Gravity Falls Parents 소설 & 이야기

she choked through her tears. "Mom I'm here and I'm fine, not a scratch on me." I sighed and let go of her to hug my dad, "I'm so glad you're okay." "Sort of," my dad rubbed a spot on his head where a patch of hair was missing, "it was way too rough on us." My parents were responsible for my short height, both five four and on the plus size. They were both in their middle fifties and had issues with fertility until having me. They were mates and so in love.

“I try and I try and I keep falling.” Her mother had knelt beside her, brushing the dirt from her knees, her hands gentle. “Do you know why you keep falling?” Aria shook her head, hiccupping. “Because you are reaching too high, too fast. You want to be at the top before you have learned to hold on.” Her mother smiled, a soft expression that held no judgment. “The tree is not going anywhere. The branches will be there tomorrow, and the day after, and the day after that. You do not have to climb it all at once.”

Stripes said as he lowered the baby down over the other side of the platform to someone “without attracting the Krono.” “You mean that Krono?” I pointed out the monster soaring from the top of the Base before it plummeted past us towards the people scurrying along their platforms. When its huge jaws couldn't slide around the podiums, it twisted its body sideways, so it could easily snap up people in its jaws. A parent was lowering his toddler over the edge of his platform onto the one above us. Since the person meant to be helping had panicked and jumped past us, the baby dangled in his arms helplessly while he looked at us with pleading eyes from above the vacant platform.

"Whatever comes next, for each of them, I believe we've given them exactly the foundation necessary to build their own considerable, meaningful lives." "I believe that completely," Roman agreed, and they sat together in comfortable, grateful silence, watching their family's continued evolution with the particular mixture of pride and gentle melancholy that accompanied every parent's gradual understanding that their children's growth, however joyful, inevitably carried its own quiet cost of eventual, natural distance. Grace looked up from her illustration, noticing her parents' quiet contemplation from across the room. "Are you sad about something?" she asked, approaching with her characteris

The ground moves like a violent wave and I watch with wide, terrified eyes as my dad is thrown off balance and falls off the edge of the fissure. “DAD!” I scream, running at top speed and throwing myself over the edge. I manage to grab a hold of his hand, but in the process am unable to counter my weight and become pulled over the edge with him. I quickly reach out, grasping onto a tree root with my free hand as I hold onto my dad with the other. I groan as I look up and see the root start to give away, but I keep a tight grip on my dad and the root. I look down at my dad who has shifted back into his human form as he looks up at me.

“Because, Mr. Genius, they said they’re gonna be building the strongest vault on the planet and make it imp— impa—” “Impenetrable.” “Thank you, impenertable to evil grown-ups but NOT to evil kids. They’re trying to make a vault that they don’t really understand because they’re grownups. Can’t you see? They don’t know how kids’ brains work.” “So you’re saying my father, one of the greatest minds of this era, is making a mistake?” “No. I’m saying there might be a couple of holes in the system that our parents built, and it’s up to us, their kids, to show them those holes. Before evil grownups spot them.”

"I can't wait to meet them, to hold them in my arms and watch them grow." Golem nodded, his expression filled with determination. "We'll be the best parents we can be," he declared, his voice filled with conviction. "We'll give our twins the love and support they need to thrive, no matter what." I nodded in agreement, feeling a sense of confidence wash over me. With Golem by my side, I knew we could handle whatever challenges parenthood threw our way. Together, we would create a loving and nurturing home for our growing family, filled with laughter, joy, and endless love.

he threatened me, reminding me how helpless I am in his hands. He is such a pathetic man that he is not left with any other option than to blackmail me in the name of my parents. What else could I expect from a man who is being raised without parents? He doesn't know the meaning of love and family. "Aunt Greta's grandson fell off the stairs of his school, so she had to go there urgently. I just went to her room to give her lunch and medicines as she instructed. You came just in time," I told him, telling him what he wanted to hear.

Small shards of obsidian lifted from the floor, floating toward the ceiling. Leo felt it too. He gripped the throne, his feet losing their purchase on the mercury-slicked boards. "Mommy! I'm falling up!" I felt the structural failure of my own anchor. My legs, fused into the bedrock, were being yanked by an invisible force from above. The mountain wasn't holding me anymore. The moon was pulling me home. Ga-chi. Ga-chi.

The maid returns with a glass of water, places it before him and quietly slips out again. We sit in silence for a while. The wind stirs the trees outside, and the sun warms the marble floor. “I’ve been thinking about my parents lately,” I say after a beat. “Dad’s health is... declining. Rheumatism. He barely moves now. Mom visits him sometimes, but...” I trail off. What’s the point in saying it? That she’s been taking money from Joel. That she betrayed me with a smile on her face. Dr. Malik’s eyes narrow slightly, but he doesn’t prod. “You still talk to them?”