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He just sits there and lets Alexander see him cry. "Thank you," he says quietly. "I am not doing it for you. I am doing it for me." "I know. But I am grateful anyway." Alexander picks up his fork again. Eats. The conversation moves to safer topics. James asks about the foundation. Alexander tells him about the Claire Bennett Foundation for Emerging Artists. His father's face softens when he hears my mother's name attached to it. "That is a beautiful thing," he says. "Your mother would be proud." "I hope so," I say.

I tried my best to clarify. "That's not true, you say? Then why do you score better than me every time, huh?" Chelsea snapped, her smile replaced with a glare. "I stay up until 2:00 am reviewing the study material and doing mock exam papers while you get lucky because the homeroom teacher is your mom. "Your mom's only trying to put on a show to deceive everyone by letting you stand out here to suffer for a bit. Once the performance is over, she's still going to fuss over you and do whatever it takes to help you get ahead."

"If I had such an outstanding son, I'd carry him on my back everywhere. What is his mother thinking?" "Since his mom doesn’t want him, I do! I've been single since I was young." "Stop dreaming, he's married." "Suddenly, Keegan Kane's academic background makes me look forward to Luna's tutoring model. Can we pay for it in installments? I want to get one for my daughter. Tutoring her has turned me into a shrew." - Sales of the new product soared higher and higher. By the end of the appreciation banquet, thirteen thousand units of Luna models had been ordered.

I think I know who her mother is. Ada... the Oracle. ***** Ed_Dianthe | Ms. Ed

Bhakti says, practically bouncing in her seat. Pop squints. “Who’s Chiron? That important?” Lily gives him the are you serious look. “He’s the father of modern medicine. Meds, surgery, treatment protocols—all rooted in stuff Chiron created or inspired. He’s a legend.” Ma just shrugs and smirks. “He’s kind of a big deal.” Pop grins and pokes her side. “Thanks for the update, Angel.” I chuckle and look back at the center arena. “Shit, I didn’t know there were this many healing gods. I count like fifty just down there.”

Michelle Xia: "But it's all about the game. How would a child understand that?" Alyssa: "That's not an issue. In a child's eyes, their mother is the most beautiful. Her focus will be on you. Why would she pay attention to the content of the live stream? If you're really concerned about this, tell her the game is also a gift for her. Once it's out, you both can play together." Michelle Xia, somewhat teasingly: "Alyssa, did you major in early childhood education or something?" Michelle hadn't realized that Alyssa had such a knack for handling kids. It felt to her like Alyssa had been merely humoring children in the past.

That was what I didn't like, but if it helped her sleep, rest, I would let her. "Excellent, have you thought about what you want to do finally?" "Well, I want to finish my degree in administration online; unofficially, I could help you with the accounts, while officially, I could take care of Mom's foundation," she said, and that filled me with pride. The Lights foundation was my mother's creation, based on helping people with limited resources as a way to do good within the context in which we worked. There, she gained people's trust, affection, and I have a theory that she also met her enemies.

“I won’t tolerate you speaking badly of my daughter…” “Says an irresponsible mother who has never seen her own daughter before. You should receive an award as the world's most useless mother,” she taunts me. Her words were like swords piercing my soul. I almost cried. But then, I didn’t want to give her the satisfaction of seeing me in tears. For fuck’s sake, I’m Leilani Bradford, I’ve been through shit, and I’m still on my feet. How the heck am I letting this low-class woman talk down on me?

“This week, there are clearly many parents who heard my reputation and they want to send their children here to learn piano from me. I’ll select about three students with potential, and I won’t be charging any fees. The purpose is just to make my little place joyful. What do you think?” “That’s certainly the best, Mom.” Sabrina was very supportive of her mother’s plan. This way, her mother could then enrich her own life. Her mother was only in her early fifties this year, so her life should not be drab. “Are those the children that you liked?” asked Sabrina. Her mother nodded. “Certainly. They are all good students with potential for learning piano.” “It's most important that you like them.”

I stood at the podium, looking out at the sea of faces, and felt my mother's presence as clearly as if she were standing beside me. "My mother, Victoria Greyson, believed that art wasn't a luxury—it was a lifeline," I began, my voice steady despite my racing heart. "She believed that creativity could heal wounds, build bridges, and transform lives. The Victor Foundation exists to honor that belief, to ensure that talented young artists have the support and opportunities they need to flourish." I shared stories of the first scholarship recipients—bright, passionate students whose work had moved me to tears. I talked about the mentorship program we were developing, pairing emerging artists wit