Mommy Don't Cry Daddy Is Sorry Ending Mga Nobela at Kwento

Daddy wiped the tears from my eyes when we finally moved away from each other. "You'll ruin your make-up if you continue crying..." he whispered. "But you're crying too, daddy..." I said as I wiped the tears in his eyes too. We laughed, then we hugged each other again. "I'm so sorry, Eva. I'm so sorry if I failed to be a good father to you. I never even got the chance to protect you from the people who try to hurt you. I'm really sorry if you had to live a miserable life because of me..."

Because one thing should not change is you right after you entered showbiz. I am so sorry too, my daughter. I'm sorry if you have suffered a lot because of mommy. I'm sorry that I had to hurt you in order for us to suppress things that are about to happen. But you don't have to worry anymore. Mommy is doing something. Soon, my love. I will get to hug you tight soon. I will get to kiss you goodnight. I will get to caress your hair instead of pulling them. I will get to caress your cheeks instead of slapping you. I will get to tell you how much I love you. I will get to brag about you. Just wait, darling. Mommy is already fixing everything for us to be together. You, Clea, me, your dad. I love

I also knew that he would be giving Mommy all of his savings. He cheered me up, telling me to be good during treatment, and that everything will get better. I still died in the end. I could no longer cry any tears. 'Daddy, I'm sorry. I really couldn't hold on any longer,' I thought. Seeing Daddy in hysterics, Mommy finally truly believed that I was dead. She stumbled backward in disbelief, muttering to herself. Daddy ignored her. He went up and packed up whatever little belongings I had. He was done quickly since I did not have many things.

My eyes were welling up with tears. Mom rose and approached Dad. "We'll give you some time here," Papa said, "we'll just wait in the parking lot." When they left, all I could do was cry and stare at my baby's grave. "I'm sorry..." I mumbled between sobs. "Daddy's sorry, love. It was my fault ... I wasn't there ... I'm sorry ..." I cried. I couldn't even finish a sentence because I was sobbing the entire time.

The very next second, her small eyes started dripping with big droplets of tears as her tiny hands balling into fists and burst into a loud cry. Damon immediately regretted his words as soon as they came out of his mouth. And seeing her cry because of him for the first time, his heart broke in a million pieces, "Oh, baby, I'm so sorry. Daddy didn't mean to snap at you. Please forgive me," he pleaded with her, his voice full of remorse. Misha only cried harder, pushing him away and trying to jump out of his arms.

“I am okay.” “Why are you crying?” She asks as she pushes my door open. I attempt to stop crying, but I am failing. “I just got some bad news.” She climbs into my lap, and her little hands wipe the tears away from my cheeks. “It will be okay.” I smile at her attempts to make me feel better, and I hug her close. “I don’t think we can see Daddy anymore.” She pulls away from me and frowns. “That’s okay. He doesn’t love me anymore anyway.”

"I....I am sorry for being a bad girl and coming without permission again, daddies" "I... I really wanted to be your perfect good girl but... But I couldn't help it. I... I am really sorry I can't be a good whore, daddies" "Oh baby, it's fine..." Daddy Grayson reached a hand to my face and gently wiped my tears with his thumb. "... But remember what you were told earlier? Sorry doesn't always cut it, baby."

When it’s over I slump against him panting tears finally falling now mixing with the sweat on my cheeks. Daddy’s voice breaks the silence hoarse whisper. “Elena…” I look up at him through blurry eyes. “I’m sorry Daddy. But I’m not going back. Not like before.” He turns away shoulders shaking. Walks to the door slow like an old man. Luca opens it for him. Daddy pauses in the doorway doesn’t look back. “This isn’t over.” Then he’s gone footsteps fading down the stairs front door slamming somewhere far below. The room goes quiet except for my breathing.

And I see it in their eyes, that they agree with him. That’s when I break completely. “I can’t do this!” I cry. “I can’t just leave him here like this… what if he wakes up and I’m gone? What if he thinks I abandoned him?” “I’m sorry,” my daddy finally says quietly. “It’s for the best.” “For the best?” I cry. “How is this the best?!” My chest heaves violently, and I turn to Daddy Vincenzo desperately. “Please… just let me see him wake up… let me talk to him… let me say goodbye properly…”

I tell him. He sits up and cups my face, wiping stray tears that have escaped my eyes. “Don’t cry, Dada. I love you lots. I’m not mad at you. I’m just sad that Mommy’s not here and we can’t be a happy family, like every other family. I’m sorry if I made you cry… I just miss mommy a lot. I want her here too!” He says, sobbing his little eyes out. I pull him into my lap and cuddle him, squeezing myself into his small bed.