Father's Quotes From Daughter Novels & Stories

Nang makita niya ako ay agad na lumukot ang kanyang mukha. "Mikhael,my son. Don't–don't listen to what your father said. He–he just confused. Angry. You are his son. You're ours,"desperadang saad niya. Lumapit siya sa 'kin at hinila ang braso ko. Inirapan ko siya, nababaliw ang puso ko sa sobrang bilis na pagbayo, "What was he talking about? What daughter? Ano ba'ng ibig niyang sabihin,"mahina kong tanong.

but she didn't. "Ano kami, uto-uto? Not us, woman. You cannot just command us because you're nothing but just a parasite in our family. Do you think you can kill us, huh? Do you think you can threaten us like that just because our sons were with you?" My father responded. "And no, you can't kill me. I have your daughter and even though she is my son's child, I can still kill her in front of her." Nandilim bigla ang paningin ko dahil sa sinabi na 'yon ng sarili kong ama na siyang dahilan kung bakit sana ako susugod.

sabi niya sa halos pabulong na tinig sabay kibit-balikat. Muling bumalot ang katahimikan. Pagkaraan ng ilang sandali, muli siyang nagsalita. “Sophia, did you ever hear from my father after I left the city?” The question landed in Sophia's ears with a soft, weighted thud. Nanigas ito nang bahagya. “Your father?” bahagyang tumaas ang kilay nito.

"Marky is too blind to see your true colors, but I am not. I am his father. At sa pamamahay na ito, ang batas ko ang masusunod. Kung gusto mong magpaka-bastos, huwag sa harap ko at huwag sa ilalim ng bubong ko!" "Galit na galit ang Daddy Matthew ko..." bulong ko, sinasadyang lagyan ng malisya ang pagtawag sa kaniya ng 'Daddy'. Tiningnan ko siya nang diretso sa mata, walang bakas ng pagsisisi.

Natural sa matandang Zobel ang pagka prangka at deritso sa punto kung magsalita. He is a father kaya normal lang na minsan ay ganito ito magsalita sa kan'ya kapag ang anak nito ang pinag-uusapan. Hindi maipagkaila na mahal na mahal nito si Courtney. "I know it, dad pero gusto ko pa rin na magpasalamat sayo. I will leave my wife and my daughter muna dito habang inaayos ko pa ang gulong ito," sagot n'ya sa byenan.

Sumunod na rin kami sa katulong na inutusan ni ate Jia. "Nin bixu gaosu wo, rang women tan tan nin de nu'er he ta de fuqin, nin bing bu anquan." seryosong sambit ng kuya ko sa akin huminga na lang ako at napabaling sa magulang ko nakatingin sa amin. (You have to tell me, let's talk about your daughter and her father, and you're not safe.) "We talk, Kenchie." wika ng daddy namin sa aming dalawa bago niya ako tinawag at sumunod na ako sa kanila.

Kung bad trick man ’yon, bakit parang mas mahusay pa sa inyo? “Hihinto muna ako. I’ll think of something,” malamig niyang sagot. “Hey, hey, anak… Dad is really proud to have a daughter like you. Pasensya ka na, napapahamak ka tuloy dahil sa akin…” Narinig niyang muli ang malalim na buntonghininga ng ama. “I know. Sige na, bababa muna ako,” sagot niya, halatang pagod na sa usapan.

Her mom was hugging the innocent fourteen-year-old her, then, head lying in her mom’s chest while she was weakly combing her natural wavy and long auburn hair until she heard her mom’s final heartbeat, her mom’s very last breath. “Dad, you’re an awful singer.” Natatawa niyang komento sa sintunadong boses ng ama. Lumakas ang kanyang hikbi habang patuloy na pinagtatawanan ang ama. “You’re such a bad daughter for insulting your father’s singing voice. Am I that really bad, sweetheart?” “I’m afraid yes, father.” She stopped chuckling when she sneezed. Nagsisimula na rin ang sipon niya. It was terrible!

prangka kong sabi sa kanya. He just smirked dahil totoo naman ang sinabi. "Yvette my dear, I'm not going to waste my time just to prove myself that you are doing wrong kasi palagi ka namang mali sa paningin ko." mas prangka din na sabi nito na mas lalong ikinainis ko. "Is that so?" sarcastic kong tanong. Tumawa lang siya. "Don't worry, Daddy loves you. He sees you like a perfect daughter. At least, Daddy is always there for you" pekeng ngiti ang binigay niya sa akin.

I added “What do you mean?” Fiona asks but her voice slow but then my father came between us as he slapped me "You ungrateful daughter". he said "Ungrateful dad? did you ever forget, that you never raised me, my mother did, but when she died back then you sent me back in province, you didn't even send a penny for my allowance, I grew up because of my grandparents, if I should be grateful for someone that's not you dad, it's my grandparents". I replied voice trembled with rage.