Novel & Cerita Dearest Mother Dearest Father Song

“That is not something a parent should do.” He huffed. “Relax, Denise. It's just one day, her grades are fine isn't it?” “We're still not drinking ourselves to a stupor.” “Come on, Denise…” Dad drawled. “No, Richards.” “You are my everything…” I snickered as he began singing. “No, Richards.” “My love…” “Still, no.” “Your fragrance is enchanting…” Mum closed her eyes, her fingers rubbing her temple softly. “I love you, till death…”

They could track her. As if summoned by the thought, headlights swept across the station. A black SUV pulled in slowly, deliberately. The light blinded her as it stopped. Two men stepped out. She recognized them instantly. Her father’s drivers. “Miss Mary,” one of them said calmly. “Your father is worried. It’s time to go home.” He opened the back door of the vehicle. Mary did not fight. She did not scream. The spark of hope that had flared briefly was extinguished completely.

He asked. “My mother,” I said softly. Something gentle flickered across his face. Before I could say anything more. His fingers brushed lightly across the keys, testing the sound. A simple chord filled the room. Then another.The melody that followed was soft and familiar—one of the old songs mothers often taught their children. The music filled the quiet playroom with surprising warmth. I watched him without meaning to. The song was soothing but what was more intriguing was the fact that William was trying to make me feel better. His posture relaxed slightly as he played, his fingers moving with an ease that spoke of years of practice.“You are very good,” I said quietly.

Dad always chooses our songs and for this birthday, he chose I Loved Her First, by Heartland, which made me cry the entire time we danced. “I’m so happy for you. Jude is a good man and his family is good people. I know you’re going to have a wonderful life with him …” he began, then started singing the chorus of the song to me, making me cry even harder. But I loved you first, I held you first And a place in my heart will always be yours From the first breath you breathed When you first smiled at me. I know the love of a father runs deep And I prayed that you’d find him someday

I suggested, pulling back to stroke him. He laughed darkly. "Tempting. But focus on your mom first." I sucked harder, hollowing my cheeks. He came down my throat, groaning. We moved upstairs to my room, safer. He laid me back, entering me missionary-style, slow and deep. "Feel that, baby? All yours." "Yes, Daddy," I whispered, wrapping my legs around him. "Deeper. Talk about after she's gone." He thrust steadily. "We'll sell the house, buy something new. Fuck in every room. No more midnight creeps—just you, wet and ready anytime."

Nothing more. I began to hum. It was a reflex, a desperate attempt to drown out the sound of my own unraveling. The lullaby my mother used to sing started as a thread, then grew into a haunting, broken melody. My voice was thin, brittle, and entirely unsuited for the weight of the lyrics. "...the moon once shone in borrowed light… a silver glow in endless night… but when the sun chose another sky… the moon forgot the way to shine…"

he exclaimed. “Yes, uh.. hi Mr. Churchill”, I responded awkwardly. “I haven’t seen you since you left for uni! Look at you! You’re all grown up! You haven’t visited us since your parents passed -bless their souls. Charissa often says how much she misses you.” “I bet she does”, I replied almost sarcastically, but he didn’t seem to notice. Just then, the person at the front of the queue left with their order, leaving Mr. Churchill at the head.

My heart hammered against my ribs, but I sent a silent thanks to the moon that I'd latched the door. "I'm preparing for the mating ceremony now!" I shouted back, forcing my voice steady. I could still hear him muttering dark curses under his breath, but soon enough, his heavy footsteps retreated. I didn't dare waste another second. "Quickly," I whispered urgently to Grace, "we're out of time." The moment she slipped out, my eyes finally fell upon my mother. She looked so peaceful, and it tugged at my heart. I bit my lower lip to suppress the sobs that racked me. My mother deserved so much more than what I could give her. She deserved more than what this pack gave her.

I was one of the children that our church trained to be a musician and singer. I am also a member of our church choir. I still remember the smiles that reflected on my parents' lips every time I played and sang in our church. It is sad to think that I will never experience that again, I will never be able to see their smiles again, I don’t have the chance to ask them anymore if they miss me. Because I miss them. I miss my parents despite all the things that my father did to me. "Hey, are you okay? Is there a problem?" Zie whispered to me when he saw my eyes started to water, I wiped away the tears that trickled from my eyes before facing Zie.

🎶 You're beautiful, baby, from the outside in Chase your dreams, but always know the road That'll lead you home again Go on, take on this whole world But to me you know you'll always be My little girl 🎶 Song by Tim McGraw Chapter 34 "Yello papa" she greeted in an overtone, waving at her grinning father through the screen, she missed her father, it has been so long she talked to him even though it was only a few days ago.