I'm Not Your Perfect Mexican Daughter Novels & Stories

Just before the new school term started, my daughter's parent group chat, which had been quiet for ages, suddenly announced that the first parent-teacher meeting of the semester would be held that night. The rule was: both parents had to attend. A long string of "Got it" followed. I was about to reply when I noticed someone had beaten me to it. A guy with a family photo as his profile picture sent a voice message. "I'm Emma Sullivan's dad. We'll be there!" I froze. I clicked into the member list and checked repeatedly. My daughter's name was Emma Sullivan. He said he was Emma's dad. Then who the hell was I? I immediately called my wife. Before I could say a word, I heard her cheerful v

" She said with a little bit of uncertainty in her voice. The Humphreys are a set of unnaturally annoying people. They think they're perfect, the richest–not that I care and above mistakes but the worst part is that they are so frigging far from perfect. They're the worst kind of family you can find in the US. Their so called air brained daughter Miranda is just nothing to write home about, lucky for me she attends the other school in our town; always competing with me for no just cause. Well that's by the way. "Nope, you're wrong" I answered purposely keeping her in suspense. "Stop making me guess" she said sounding annoyed and I could almost see lines forming on her forehead.

The tears streaking down my face burn hotter than the sun. “I’m not weak,” I sob. “I’m not, Dad.” Dad sits on the bathroom floor and pulls me onto his lap, much like he did when I was a little girl. He holds me tight and rocks me gently. “I know you’re not, sweetheart. I know.” “I think I made a mistake.” I cry into my palms. Everything is falling apart and I don’t even care anymore. I’ve tried so hard to be the perfect daughter, an heir apparent destined to make her father proud. I’m none of those things and it’s killing me inside.

The authentic Mexican foods are served on the table by the Servants when Joanna Karin drags out the chair and sits down. Her father, Mr Miller Albert wipes his hand with the disinfectant tissue, where he has a cut. His attention goes on his only daughter with a plain expression on his face. " Where have you been in those two days? After coming back?" He sounds calm. Her disobedience and ruthlessness aren't new to him... " Why do you care? Dad! Just give me the information you have gotten about Jacob and that Bïtch who dared to steal him from me." Her hazel green eyes shifted over a cold gaze. The irrational expression on her face is visually showing up...

"I want to eat your dark cuisines, Mommy. I want you to tell me bedtime stories and hug me to sleep." "Anyone can do this, Julian. You're just not used to having me away from you." I turned to leave, but he tugged at the hem of my skirt. Julian choked, "No, Mommy. I'm really sorry now. What happened that day was just a prank—I don't like Ms. Emily at all. I promise this won't happen again! "Daddy is a liar! He said you'll come back when you recover your memories, but you no longer want me even though you remember me!"

Recently, Dad sends him on so many Mafia errands. He’s presently in Mexico. I feel so sad because I can’t even talk to him, I have no phone . He left me in the mercy of the people I call my family . I don’t know why they hate me so much . All my life, all I have ever done is try to fit in, I try so hard so they can accept and treat me like one of their own. Maybe I understand Ma’am Celine resentment towards me, I’m not her biological daughter , but what of Dad? I am his daughter for God’s sake!.

No matter what I do or what I'll do, it's always not the Edwards way, full of flaws to my parents. If I have my ways, I'll have stopped coming to the friggin dinner every single last friday of the month But each months, I find myself being in the same spot head shruken courage drowned and being yelled out for being the most imperfect daughter full of flaws just like mom will say and the girl who went wayward doing things the not so Edwards way as dad will say I'll always remain the daughter full of flaws just like Mom will say, and the girl who went wayward doing things the not so Edwards way as Dad will say.

Dax The kickass look in her eyes makes my dick hard. The burn of desire is gone and now she burns with hatred. And all that hatred centers on me. I know exactly where she gets her temper. Fox was like that too. Hot and cold. Warm never worked into the equation for him. I guess I’m convinced she’s who she says she is. Why the hell would a Hispanic woman show up at this club? There’s not exactly a welcome mat out front for anyone with dark skin. Claiming to be his daughter is too crazy not to be true.

I tried to speak, but I couldn’t. Mama pulled me into a hug. She looked past me. “Whose car is that?” Mama asked. “My husbands’ car.” “Husband mi hija. Your only twenty-one and you are married. Did you marry some gringo Americano? Is he a drug dealer? Some stupid Americano has soiled my daughter.” “Mama, I didn’t marry an Americano. I married a Mexicano. And he’s nothing like Don Ricardo.” Mama stared into the car to see who was in it.

I nodded but then thought for a second, “How do I know this is real?” I asked, “Am I truly here?” She giggled and got down to my level, “Look to your daughter for reassurance. Then you will know.” It didn’t make any sense, but I knew better than to argue with the Moon Goddess, real or not. I nodded then turned back to my family, “I’m ready.” Before I knew it, I was screaming as I felt my daughter leave my body. “It’s a girl.” The doctor announced; Andrew kissed my lips and made sure I was okay before meeting her. “Let me just make sure you’re okay, Mrs. Levette.”