Dearest Mother Dearest Father Song の小説・ストーリー

Tears welled up in her eyes. “But… but he said I come first,” she whispered, voice cracking. “He promised.” Lauren hugged her tighter, stroking her hair. “I know he said that. But grown-ups say a lot of things they don’t mean when they’re in love. Your father is in love with Bella now. He’s starting a new family. And you… you’re part of the old one. It’s not fair, but that’s how it is. That’s why Mommy fights so hard for you. Because I love you more than anything. I would never replace you. Never.”

ARIA Mara and Gabriel were still talking. I knew because I had been standing outside the room for three minutes, listening through the cracked door like someone with serious boundary problems. My father’s voice was rough and tired as he told Mara about my mother. “She used to hum while she cooked,” he said. “Always off-key. But never cared.” Mara laughed. It was soft and surprising, like she had forgotten how to do it. I walked away before my throat tightened again, and my eyes could sting with tears.

I'm sure he followed me home to find out if you were home already. "I just hope she was not out there with some other man while that fine warrior was here," mother stated. "Mom, can you please stop?" I closed my eyes briefly for a bit to steady myself. "And what a fine man to end up with," Father said, not minding my disapproval and I got pissed.

“It’s as if I don’t have a father. I don’t feel any paternal love from you, Dad. You only keep giving me money. Money can’t buy everything, you know. And it definitely can’t buy the affection that I lack.” “Sorcha, I…” Her father tried explaining, but she didn’t give him a chance. “Just leave, Dad. I want to sleep.” For a moment, something flickered in Damien’s eyes. Regret? But just as quickly, it was gone—replaced by the same distant father she had always known. He remained silent for a minute, then sighed. "Fine. Get some rest." And just as he made to stand up, her phone buzzed with an incoming message.

Geoff sat there listening to his parents talk instead of listening to some stupid story. Why would his grandmother 0think of him as an object? Did she think he was special? Did she consider him not special? What was wrong with his mom? Why did his grandmother not like his mom? His mom was the best person he’d ever known.

Rasheed and Onyx joined us, and all the other fathers come on the dance floor with their kids. The song ends and we are all making our way to our seats. The DJ will now have the mother son dance. They decided on “Dear mama” by Tupac. Rasheed and Luna Kay look so cute, my huge husband dancing with his tiny mama is the funniest thing ever. I guess that is how everyone sees us when we are together. The song ends and I can see the love Rasheed and Luna Kay have for each other, I just hope when Onyx gets older, he will love me as much as Rasheed loves Luna Kay.

"There. Satisfied?" "Impressive," he said, his voice a low, smooth baritone that somehow cut right through the loud music. "But you still look like you’re running from something." If only you knew. Tomorrow, the lawyers would read my father’s final will. Tomorrow, my stepmother would try every trick in the book to keep me under her thumb. But that was tomorrow's problem. Tonight, I wanted to be reckless. I wanted to feel alive. "Maybe I am," I said, leaning an inch closer. The scent of him hit me then—something dark, woody, and expensive. "Are you going to stop me?"

The words left my mouth before I could swallow them. Silence. “Don’t disrespect me, Maria. I’m still your father. You and Alexandre do these… these disgusting things behind my back. You betray me. And what do you want? For me to congratulate you?” “He doesn’t even love you, I asked him…” “Love, Dad? What love? You think we’re in a fairytale? I don’t want love. I want respect. Care. Loyalty…” The tears were already running freely. “…if I have to feel guilty, torn between the two of you, then I’ll leave. I’ll walk away from both your lives for good.”

Dad passes me the guitar and I take it from him. Throwing the strap over my shoulder I look up at Dad and ask him, “Any requests?” Dad thinks for a moment before he suggests “Mine and your mom’s song.” I think through the mental playlist in my mind to see what song that could be and then I remember who Mom’s favorite artist was for me to know what song Dad wants me to play. “Will you sing it with me?” I ask him, Dad nods and takes a seat next to me as I play the introduction to Prince’s ‘Purple Rain.’

Driver's voice interrupts my thoughts, and I nod with a smile, which takes away all the energy that was left in my body. “When we were young… I met your dad, and when you are old, you will meet someone too!” A song where the singer, a mother, is narrating the story of her first meeting with her husband to her daughter, starts playing on the soundbox. I have heard this song countless times before, as my mother used to sing it every time she wanted to tease me about getting old and finding someone whom I love. Whom I love… probably, the words love, friends and family, have been a curse in my life from the very beginning.