Mama I Didn't Mean To Make You Cry 소설 & 이야기

Only if I wasn't such a desperate. "You will make the prettiest bride in the world, Ray". Mama whispered and placed her hand on my shoulder. Tears gathered in my eyes and I tried blinking them back. "Hey, my lovely daughter don't cry". Mama crouched down next to me and wiped tears from my cheeks. Her warm fingers caressed my cheeks. I look into her warm brown pools ,filled with tears. Isn't it ironic that she is telling me not to cry but she is herself shedding tears?

I spent the next few days trying to move on from the predicament that I was in . My mom hadn’t returned to me since that day , I didn’t know if she was pissed that I sent her out or if it was a different thing entirely . I was most grateful that she didn’t try to push it , I was literally sick and tired of seeing her cry those fake tears . I knew that she wasn’t going to do shit about anything , so there was literally no need for me putting myself on it .

“Well. That probably means I’m dead.” My stomach twisted violently. “Mum—” Her eyes looked tired in the video. Not physically tired, defeated. “I didn’t really know how to do this part,” she admitted. “I kept recording videos and deleting them because every version sounded too sad.” A tear slipped down my face. She noticed herself crying and wiped at it quickly. “Jesus Christ, Rosa, pull yourself together.” I started crying harder at that because it sounded exactly like her. “I just needed you to know I love you,” she continued. “And I’m sorry.”

"I'm crying because I love you so much, baby." "But why does that make you sad, mamma?" Meghan and I shared a loaded look. "I'm not sad about that, baby. Loving you could never make me sad. But thinking about someone else making you feel sad makes me sad." Tate looked at me with innocent eyes. "Do you think that the man from last night will make me sad, mamma?" I choked back a fresh wave of tears and pulled him close again. "I really hope not, baby."

That was torture. Blood. There was too much blood. And Gino’s scream was still in my ears. That was the man running this fucking place. I splashed cold water on my face. Tried to breathe. My stomach heaved again. Nothing came out. “Mama,” I whispered. “Mama, I’m sorry.” Tears rolled down my face. I missed her. Her hands. Her voice. The way she’d say “Baby, don’t cry. Crying won’t fix a thing.”

I paused. “I feel like I’m going to be a terrible excuse for a father but I have you, I can learn everything I need to, I’m going to strive to be a better father than my father was.” “I’m also going to make sure that my child has no reason to hate me no matter what so please say something because your silence is killing me.” I raised my head to see Maeve crying. What did I do this time to make her cry? What did I say? “Hey, hey, please…. Please stop crying. Don’t cry, if I knew you didn’t want to see me that bad, I wouldn’t have come in here. I’m sorry.”

“My mum was with him.” Elora closed her eyes briefly. “She threw me out,” I said. “Today. She looked at me and she cried and then she told me to leave.” My voice stayed flat. I had nothing left to make it anything else. “I have never seen my mother cry. Not once. Not through any of it. Not through the illness or the treatments or any of the hard days.” I looked up at the ceiling. “I did that. I made her cry.” “Rhea—”

She appeared in the doorway in her pajamas, rabbit under one arm, with the air of someone who had important business to conduct before bed. "Daddy. Mama's crying." David looked at me. I hadn't realized. "Mama's okay," I said. "Happy crying." She examined this claim with appropriate skepticism. "Crying is sad." "Sometimes crying is happy." "That doesn't make sense." "I know. But it's true anyway." She crossed the kitchen. Looked at the papers on the table. "What's that?" "Something Mama made. To help children who don't have parents." She looked up sharply. The concept landing with visible weight.

What had they done to her to break her cords like that? 'Daddy, I'm sorry.' The girl's voice brought him back from his turbulent sea of thoughts. She sniffled expressively and touched the screen, as though she could actually touch them. 'Mommy, do not cry again, I'm sorry.' She looked very sad saying this. She so didn't want her mommy to cry again. Adekunbi's words only wanted to make a fresh wave of tears hit her, but Eartha knew she had to put a lid on it, considering that the girl wasn't even crying . . . or had she cried and stopped?

“I am sorry… I didn’t mean to put you in this mess. If only I knew that he already had a child then I should have backed down and let them-“ “No, mom… you did nothing wrong at all. It is not your fault. If… if not for you not giving up then I won’t be here…” Cupping my face, I can see the pain in my mother’s eyes. I hate it, all I want is for her to be happy… “I can take every bad thing about me but for you… I will never let that happen. It would break my heart…” Forcing a smile, again, I am such a crybaby. Really… I am so sick of this. Where did these tears even come from?