Letter To Daughter On Wedding Day Mga Nobela at Kwento

It means my father, the one I primed as a role model to me, prioritizes Crescent pack far above my happiness? “Send a message to your daughter, Elder Alexander, the wedding of the union will take place tomorrow.” My father commanded. Tomorrow? Just like that? The room erupted with celebration. Cheers. Back-pats It's like I was kept in an oven of hundreds of degrees Celsius, struggling for my breath. Intense hate is what I perspire. As I observe my enemies chorusing a song of victory. This is a well-plotted move and they should enjoy the victory while it lasts.

"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 I'm outdated, overrated

I met his gaze and replied, “You won’t regret it, Dad.” He tapped the table, his tone serious. “Then make me believe you. I warned you—don’t get pregnant. Don’t make that mistake.” Before I could respond, he waved me off, his face cold and devoid of further discussion. I stood up and left. Back in my own space, I took a deep breath. A few days ago, my admission letter arrived, and my dad called me into his study. "Get ready, your wedding is tomorrow," he said. My eyes widened in shock. I had no idea my wedding was scheduled for the next day. No one had informed me—not even Maximum. There hadn’t even been a pre-wedding photo session.

“Just imagine all the guests greeting your dad and sharing their happiness. Such an event will help your dad heal faster. So, we shouldn’t postpone it. Don’t you think your dad would love to see his grandkids soon? So, be a good daughter and honor your dad’s wishes.” Applause returned. Louder this time. My gut twisted very much. I felt the floor sinking beneath me. Even though my arm was wrapped around my dad’s arm, I felt lonely. I felt unloved. If I were to continue to say anything against this marriage, I’d look like the enemy in front of all my relatives. I felt like I dug my own grave with my half-assed logic. Cassandra easily overcame the challenge I posed. As my thoughts drowned in de

“I now pronounce you husband and wife” was what the pope said. well just few of our families were present and the groom was no where to be found . My father told me he had urgent business to handle few hours before my big day…. Pure sarcasm by the way. Slowly slipping out of my wedding dress, flashbacks of how I was forced to marry a pompous mafia leader for my father’s greed stings my heart. Getting married without having to see the face of your so-called husband was the last thing on my wishlist . A man so arrogant to attend his own wedding was the last man I could ever love.

I've always wanted a small simple wedding and not the grand one we had, just both our families present. My father took my hands as he walked me down the aisle. I couldn't still believe this was happening. Kel was full of surprises and the fact that I never even know about it till it happened is shocking too. "Take care of my daughter Kelvin." "Always Sir." My dad gave him a pat on the back before turning back to sit with my mom and locking hands with her.

What if he was to assume that I was doing it as an alibi for the wedding to get rid of it? I bit my lip, holding back the words that were screaming to be set free. He pushed the chair back and assessed my appearance. “You look as if you’ve lost some weight,” he said, as his eyes examined from your head to your feet. “Is the food here not enough for you?” “Not really, dad,” I replied immediately, trying to put on a tiny smile. “I just have a lot of things going on in my head.” He sighed and softly put his hand on my shoulder. “It is quite common to feel that way. Wedding days are always tough, especially for a daughter like you.”

he asked me with a concerned voice. "My wedding jitters are not letting me sleep" I admitted to him while looking ahead. "Why are you still awake," I asked this time looking at him with a faint smile on my face. "The thought of my small kitten getting married and she is going to start her new life tomorrow is keeping me awake," he said while looking at me. "Dad, even if I get married tomorrow I will be your same small kitten," I said, moving towards him and hugging him. "I know," he said while wrapping his hands around me and kissing my forehead. We stayed like this for some time feeling father and daughter's love for each other.

I feel a little scared to open this letter because all of her others have left me feeling more tearful and just wishing that she was here instead of on a piece of paper. My dearest daughter Savannah, Today is your graduation day. Congratulations. I am so proud of you my dear girl. You finally made it through high school. The next chapter in your life will be college and that is a challenge all on its own. I am not going to tell you about how I felt at my graduation, and I hope your father doesn’t do the same. You should not live in our past but life for your future. I am however going to tell you a couple of things that got me through my own graduation. Always have a tissue to hand in your p

"You are my daughter, Adele. Because of that, I know you better than anyone. So trust me when I say, that you will make a fantastic wife and an even better mother. And I will also be there for you, no matter what, okay?" I nodded my head as I ducked my head down, working to hold back the tears. I didn't want to waste all the hard work we'd already done on my face for the day, and it wasn't even done. I was getting married tomorrow after all. I had to be happier. "Thanks for this, Mom," I said with a little, em-barrassed laugh. "I don't know what came over me."