Dearest Mother Dearest Father Song Novels & Stories

The twenty-five-year-old teacher raised his wand and the song leader began to sing 'I Love You, Daddy' by Ricardo and Friends I will be my daddy's boy. I love you, daddy. You are my hero and you're always in my dreams. I love you Daddy oh Daddy. You are my superstar. I love you, daddy. The rendition sent goosebumps to everyone and the atmosphere was calm. One need not be told who the 'Daddy' and 'Superstar' was as all eyes were on the Head of State who maintained an official demeanor. On the other hand, George was emotional and appreciated his dad more for not singling him out of many children and took him home.

My chest burned, my head throbbed from where it had hit the wall earlier, and my heart felt completely empty. I finally stopped when my legs gave out in the middle of the city streets. I collapsed onto a broken bench, shaking with uncontrollable anger, pain, and despair. “I’m so sorry, my baby,” I whispered, gently caressing my still-flat stomach. Fresh tears rolled down my cheeks. “This world is such a cruel place. But I promise to protect you from it. From now on, I will be your mother and your father. I will never let those who discarded us come close to you again.”

You're the Father who put me down You do not see my shape and appearance You love me with all your heart It's never been like this world. You're the Father who taught me Through the stormy blue sky You make me fly like an eagle Overcoming all trials. You are my good Father Understand the language of teardrop You don't let me walk alone As you are my good Father. ~ You are my good father === !!! === Diandra POV

Mark isn't my friend, but I can tolerate him more a little, which will help if I ever let Sam go. Goodbye Father, stand by me, Above the clouds forever free, Always brave, and always true, It's my time to remember you, Goodbye Father, I'm your blood, The waterfall defeated you like a flood, Always in my memory as I sleep, It's time for me to let myself weep, Goodbye Father, remember me, Always my hero, forever free...

"We'll say he killed them. If he suspects anything, we'll spin it as him exploiting our love. Either way, he'll take the fall." The court was floored. "What did I hear? They planned this?" "Maybe more twists are coming." Before the judge could question them, my mother jumped in. "That's AI-faked. We never said that, Your Honor!" "We're your parents," my father piled on. "And you're framing us to save yourself? Have you no heart?" Florence laughed, surprising them. Still, they believed she was on their side. "Even Florence can't stand you. Killing your kids and framing us. You're a monster!"

she spoke up. "Mama Kate!" the female voice shouted happily. "You need to break up with your man. He's making me fix his beat-up truck while I'm wearing heels. Run, woman. This is how he treats wom—" "Can you shut up, you little rat?" I couldn't help laughing at the familiar words. I believe, once upon a time, my father called me a little rat. "Mama Kate, dump his ass. I'll do it for you. You are hereby declared single, you black giant bit—"

This time, they were singing a song by Tatiana Manaois—Like you. "You gotta get up! You gotta get up and make a move! Cause the world would never see you until you do…" I laughed quietly, watching Purity try to keep up with the lyrics like her daddy. I was not sleek enough though, because as soon as I laughed, she turned to me with a glare on her face which made me laugh even harder.

She had grown up tenaciously like an orphan. Now that he mentioned her father, she must have a deep feeling about it. "Yes, you not only have a mother, but also a Dad. Your father is not an ordinary person, he is now the Vice President, He's been out on national defense for the past two days. . . But, he called a few times last night to ask about your situation." Yoseph took the opportunity to wash Dexon's image clean. Only when Emma had settled their relationship as parents would she have a higher chance of falling in love with him.

I am stuck in a bad dream, and watching this isn’t helping. As much as I didn’t want to believe what I saw, my heart stopped when Crista started to hum and softly sing. She wasn’t singing just any song. She’s singing my favorite song. The song my dad used to sing when I was a boy. “Close your eyes. Have no fear. The monster’s gone. He’s on the run. And your daddy’s here.” Crista gulped a little as Katrina looked at her like I was crazy. “It’s his favorite song. His dad would sing it when he was little,” She explained.

A vibrant, energetic voice booms . “ . . . an that’s why, me dear brothers’n sisters, we must lay down our infirmities at His Unknown Feet an accept all the wonders’n glories He has in store for us! He’s ready an waitin to work His Grace and remake us inta His Unknown Image, that powerful’n great Father from Beyond Time’n Space . . . ” Father Ward swears under his breath and hits scan again. The next song is a welcome relief, though also highly ironic, considering our return to Clifton Heights.