Dearest Mother Dearest Father Song Novels & Stories

"I can't sing, I have never sang before, just ask me to do something else, I can't fucking sing, I can't even imagine myself singing." "Don't you want to sing for your baby?" Sandra pouted as she made puppy faces. "Fine, I don't want to see your teeth outside." "I promise, I am not going to laugh." Tyler cleared his throat and began to sing. It's one of the lullabies he sings to lure Hannah to sleep when she was still very little. ' When you wish upon a star Makes no difference who you are Anything your heart desires Will come to you If your heart is in your dream

"I hope this wedding will make you proud." I walked past her and stood in front of the door. She was about to say something when my father motioned her to stop. "Let's get inside, we'll be waiting at the center." My father tapped my shoulder as he held my mother's hand. I closed my eyes and waited until I heard the sound of the piano, playing my favorite Mayday Parade song. They should be playing Miserable at Best instead of I Swear this time I meant it. I'm outdated, overrated

Outraged, scared, and humiliated at the thought of so many people watching this scene unfold, I yell out my response to his original question. "I understand! Please, I understand!", whimper and tremble, as he softly tickles me, making me shudder. "Good!", he says with a rumble like thunder in his voice, before spanking me with a loud clap! My hope and my dignity in shambles, I try to shut out the rest of the world around me as the black suit follows my master to a shiny black car and I focus only on remembering the tune my father used to sing to me as a child. 'Be well, be fine, until we meet again. I'm yours, you're mine, our love will never end. You're in my heart, near or far. Be well, be

Blair pretended to be an adult, cleared her throat, and then said, “Daddy, this song is called, ‘Set Sail’. “My father took me soaring in the sky. “Always by my side. “My mother planted a dream in my heart. “And happy flowers bloom. “Setting sail, setting sail. “The sun watched me grow up. “My father’s shoulder held my dreams. “Setting sail, setting sail. “The light shone brightly, leading the way. “My mother’s smile gave me wings to fly. “Setting sail, setting sail…” Blair sang happily; her voice was beautiful and pleasing to the ears.

And she said, "How can I help you To say goodbye, it's okay to hurt, and it's okay to cry Come let me hold you and I will try How can I help you to say goodbye" Sittin' with mama alone in her bedroom She opened her eyes and then squeezed my hand She said, "I have to go now my time here is over" And with her final words, she tried to help me understand🎶 He struck the last note of the song with a heavy heart. He can see his mum smiling and moving her head to the tune of the song. Will time really ease the guilt he has? “I miss her all day” he heard a voice and turned to see his father who stood behind him, he didn't hear him walk in, he must have been lost in the song. His father sat with him

I looked at my mom's portrait, smiled at her and closed my eyes. One song I always sing before I sleep whenever I think of my mom. My mom also joins me and sings with me in my dreams. I started to recollect the song. Mother, where are you? I've no one else except you. I searched you, you're missing don't play hide n seek? come outside. Mother, you are dead I am alone and helpless. I should sleep listening to your song. now awake up by listening to my song, its enough. Why you died

It died there. Because standing in the middle of the sun-drenched kitchen weren't just my parents. They were a choir. My father, in his crisp weekend polo shirt, and my mother, in her floral apron, stood side by side, their faces beaming. As I stepped fully into the room, they began to sing. “Happy birthday to you… happy birthday to you…” Their voices; my mother’s soft and melodic, my father’s a slightly off-key but heartfelt baritone wrapped around me. It was a sound from a lifetime of birthdays, a ritual that had survived my runaway wedding, my suspension, and my descent into a world of danger.

"That's not the right time, Father. It's already later. I silently thanked him for backing me up. I cannot guarantee that Sebastian and I will have the same words. Evading further questions, I said, “Come here, love. We will be taking a bath now.” Kelly hugged my side. “You’ve been gone a long, Mommy. I thought you won’t come back.” Sebastian and I looked at each other. He smiled warmly at me, which he never did. My heart skipped a bit. Fuck it. He became much more handsome in my eyes. “Why would I, love? Daddy and I won’t be leaving you, okay? Please remove that from your mind.” “Promise? You two won’t have a divorce like my friend’s parents?”

Vincent asked. “Sorry for what?” I said, resting a hand on my still-flat stomach. “He made his bed. Now he has to lie in it.” “You’re right.” Vincent leaned down and kissed the top of my head. “The past is past. We have to look forward now.” I closed my eyes, feeling the warm Mediterranean sun. In my heart, I spoke to the sky. Dad, you can rest easy now. Your daughter is happy. A gentle breeze rustled through the olive groves, as if my father was answering me from beyond. And here, on this ancient land, a new chapter for the Moretti family was just beginning.

This is fucking fantastic. I turned to Ruby who was smiling like she had just won a battle. “I'm sorry.” Then dad turned to Ruby. “Do you forgive him?” My jaws dropped. What the fuck! Ruby thought hard for a second before she gave him a nod. “Yeah. I do.” Then she winked at me. Oh, you're so dead, Ruby! Father stormed off when he received a call from his secretary and Ruby followed behind him. Ruby! Even her name sounds like a curse!