Dearest Mother Dearest Father Song Novels & Stories

Jeevan ke dukhon se yoon darte nahi hain Aise bachke sach se ghuzarte nahi hain x (2) Sukh ki hai chaah to dukh bhi sehna hai Ek hazaron mein meri behna hai Saari umar humein sang rehna hai Aahil sing......... Bholi bhali japani gudiya jaisi tu Pyaari pyaari jadoo ki pudiya jaisi tu x (2) Ayan sing......... Daddy ka mummy ka sabka kehna hai Ek hazaron mein meri behna hai Karan Sing......... Saari umar humein sang rehna hai Phoolon ka taron ka sabka kehna hai

The only source of my joy. I sat on the chair as I connected the head phone on my ears then slowly pressed the piano I stopped and smiled, I need a sad song to take my sorrow away I closed my eyes as I tried to remember the song my father used to sing when ever he was sad I stopped singing it after he died cause it remember me a lot about him but now I want to sing it cause I needed him I breathed out slowly as I pressed the piano tiles once more ™ So I'm never gonna get too close to you ™

“So you still remember you’re my husband? You still remember that Artie is your son? “How many times have I sought you out? Didn’t your bodyguard tell you? I even went on my knees before him in the end. Has your heart ever softened? “All I wanted was for you to see your son one last time, but all you care about is Jenny Horne and her child!” “Whose father are you, exactly? Can you even tell the difference anymore?” I recalled how, whilst Artie had been understanding of Logan’s busy schedule, Logan was letting another person’s child ride on his shoulders. My heart felt as though it were being pierced by countless tiny needles, a dense stinging pain coursing through me. Logan opened his mouth.

I trailed out. “Oh shut up, Serena. You have no idea how this. . . “ she said. I couldn’t ignore the fact that she looked confused. For a moment, I even pitied her. “And, as for you, Aida. You can’t possibly be mother. So…? Goodbye.” She said, without hesitation. At that instant, I heard mum mutter some words. It had a tune. I then realized. . . It was a song. The one by Marley. That same song dad had taught myself and mum. I remembered her singing it to Francesco and Francesca too. Whenever they had cried, she had always assured them both with this song.

Mayra said pressing the next button and changing the song to next in the queue. ~ “Oh, Father tell me, do we get what we deserve? Whoa, we get what we deserve And way down we go Way down we go Say way down we go Way down we go” (Way down we go - Kaleo) ~ They both started laughing because they were on a downward slope when the song started. The random coincidence was enough to brighten up their mood and they both started singing the song enjoying each other’s presence. They never focused on singing correctly or in the rhythm. They sang like two chickens were trying to break free from a butcher's hand.

She also said Eugene had seen Ian as his biological father since he was a child, and she couldn't let anyone destroy everything they had built. Ian, however, had already tuned her out. He immediately hung up on her. The room fell into a dead silence. After a long while, he looked at me and said hoarsely, "I'll deal with her." I looked up at him calmly. "It doesn't matter who you deal with. It won't bring Mom back." Ian looked as if those words had nailed him to the spot. For what felt like an eternity, he didn't make another sound. … In no time, things spiraled out of control. Ian began to look into the money he thought he had given Mom and me over the years. The results showed that not a si

His voice was quiet, but every single word hit me like a blow to the chest. "A real dad stays when you're sick and feeds you soup. That's what Uncle Darius does." The air tore out of my lungs. I froze on one knee, the case heavy in my palm, feeling as if someone had plunged a blade directly into my heart and twisted it. I looked up at Priscilla, but she wasn't gloating. She was looking down at me with a sad, quiet finality that hurt a thousand times worse. Leo turned away, grabbing his mother's hand. "Can we go home now, Mommy?"

“That song…I remember it. I don't know where or how I know it, it's just…familiar.” “That's because it's our song, your favourite song to be precise. It was also played on our wedding day,” he replied, the hope in his eyes so bright. “Oh. I don't…” I frowned, angry and frustrated at myself. “It's okay if you don't remember Nyssa,” he said calmly. “Bread?” I blinked at him and the bread in his hand. Why was it so easy with him? “Yes please.”

“Edgar was such a fragile man emotionally… they were college sweethearts. He was the best basketball player but chose to fall in love with your shameless mother, Lilian. However, his heart was shattered when your shameless mother confessed her love for his father, Edward, instead. Poor Edgar couldn’t bear it and committed suicide by crashing his car. Is that what you also want to do to poor Thayer? Get him to commit suicide? Ruin his parents’ marriage by opening your fat legs?” Edward… that was my father’s name. My father told me the whole story. Edgar claimed to be in love with my mother, but he was actually gay. When my mother found out, she was heartbroken because Edgar never loved her. I

He wouldn't be out in less than a week, and I wasn't worried about him coming after us again. On the plane, Christopher tilted his head and asked, "Mom, where are we going?" Looking out the window as the city slowly disappeared beneath the clouds, I stroked his head. "We're going somewhere where no one can find us. Don't be scared. I'm with you." Christopher grinned. "I'm not scared!" After a moment, he asked again, "Mom, do I have a dad?" I thought for a moment before replying softly, "You did once, but not anymore."