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"ya Sakinah please I need you right now, I have messed up, big time, real big..." "I came as soon as I could what did you mess up?" "Thank you, Yaya, for coming good afternoon." "Look, I don't care about your greeting why did you make me come." "I screwed up Yaya, I am ashamed and embarrassed for what I did." "Do not make me repeat myself what did you do?" Irfan was quiet. "There is no easy way to say this Yaya, but I have to say it anyway." "Say it already." ya Sakinah raved.

One particular evening, as the crackling fire cast dancing shadows on the walls, Mauris spoke up, his voice laced with a mixture of sadness and acceptance. "Yara, I miss my father," he confessed, his words heavy with the weight of grief. "There are moments when I wish he could be here, guiding us through parenthood."

My mind laughed at my thoughts. “Arohi, Beta, have water,” Mom’s voice broke my thoughts and my gaze fell upon the maid standing in front of me. I took the glass and gulped half of it. “Beta, what to say you? I don’t have words to ask for apologizing to you. What Anaya did, was very shameful for us, as we are her parents,” Dad apologized for the deed of Anaya, and I don’t think there is any fault of our parents. Everyone has their own thinking and desire, they do as per their desire.

I still feel that I won't forgive my father nor accept his mate. “My son, you need to forgive your father. Forget the past and live in your present and future. Accept your father and your new mother's love. Come back to your home because this is where you belong. Everyone is sorry for what they did to your mother, they want to make it up to you. Please my dear, come home." Ma Abigail's voice is emotional, she's trying to constrain her tears but she's gradually failing.

My father looked at me with disapproval, and I apologized, "I am sorry, Dad." "It's alright. We will discuss this at home. Young lady, I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive us. If we had known about the child, we wouldn't have allowed you to go through all the hustle to raise him to this height. It's not a day job, and yet you went through it all." My father looked so somber as he spoke with Amaka. She looked downward and smiled bitterly. "I thank God I could overcome. I am fine now."

Wala na akong pagpipilian na iba, kung hindi ang harapin at tanggapin ang mga sasabihin nila sa akin. "I am not mad at you; I understand your reasons why you chose to leave rather than face it." Panimula ni papa, tsaka niya inabot ang kamay ko. Ramdam ko ang panlalamig noon. "But, you know, anak, I am hurt." Pag-amin pa niya. "I am your papa, and in that situation you should run to me. My arms are open to comfort you and help you heal in the best way I know, but you didn't. Instead, you chose to be away from us. Did I make you feel like you couldn't trust me? You can't count on me?" Napayuko na lang ako, ramdam ko ang hinanakit sa kanyang boses.

“It’s all my fault. I’m the one to be blamed for the distance between us. I’ve failed you as a father, Joslyn, and instead of manning up to make amends, I’ve been nothing but a coward and avoiding my responsibilities. “When I should’ve been our family’s pillar, been the emotionally strong one, the one comforting you and reaffirming our hopes, I’ve been nothing but a wimp, drowning my sorrows in the worst possible ways; in ways your mother would never have approved of. And I’m so sorry, sweetheart. I’m so so sorry. Forgive your fuck-up of a father.”

"Then what do you want me to call it, dad? Trading? To save your d*mn a$$ and our close-to-bankruptcy business, you'll trade your own daughter!” “Tamara, watch your words!” Mom warned me angrily. “He’s still your father and therefore, talk to him properly without having to disrespect him!” I exhaled violently. I admit I was wrong. “Alright, I'm sorry... I just couldn't refrain from voicing out my melancholy and great disappointment in this matter.” And then I turned to my father sincerely yet still unwilling to forgive that easily. “Sorry, dad." Daddy nodded understandingly. Oh, of course, he must be! After all, this was all his fault!

" I don't know how much spunk he has you do and that's too much information. " " Who are you and what have you done with my father?" " I missed you Sia." " I missed you too papa." © #KCMmuoe

“I promise.” His father sat down on the chair beside the bed. “Daddy is also trying to find Mommy.” Ghani fell silent. His eyes lowered. “Daddy has to succeed.” “Of course,” his father replied gently. “Why are you saying that?” Ghani gripped the blanket. “I regret it, Daddy.” “Regret?” his father repeated. “Yes,” Ghani said softly. “I was often naughty. I often made Mommy sad. If Mommy comes back, I want to apologize.”