My Daughter Taught Me Novels & Stories

My father was the first man I met who knew how to cook. Most days, when he would fall out with Mummy, he would enter the kitchen, Ada and I would join him. He would instruct us, telling us what to cut ,what to pound or the right amount of spices to use in each meal. It was my father who taught us how to cook.

However, they never appreciated it, so this was a nice change of pace. I learned to cook from Papa actually. My mother was always distant from me, so I clung to Papa and absorbed every ounce of attention he paid me. Papa taught me that nobody could ever be too efficient in something. It was good to learn as much as possible. Even after he was murdered, I tried to keep those lessons alive. I soaked up knowledge like a sponge and loved the thrill of learning something new. “Oh, Emma, like is not a strong enough word for that. So, what do you plan on doing after graduation?”

I say as a sudden idea strikes me. "What is that?" He asks with his brows raised. I did not think of this before but he had the chance to help raise her but never really got to teach her the fun stuff. Maybe now that she is constantly in training with somebody else he is feeling a little left out of his daughter's life. I can help fix that just a bit. "She does not really know how to swim. You taught me when I was younger than her. I am sure that she would love to learn it from you." I tell him

When we got back to the room I waited patiently as he looked at all of the jars, taking a sniff then looking at the note. He finally screwed the last jar lid on and smiled slightly. "I won’t lie, I'm impressed. Alpha Elijah has done a fine job in teaching you." I frowned. I'm sorry, I love my Dad but he was not the one who taught me. If anything, it was mom's suggestion to ask Grandma Amelia. "My teaching has nothing to do with Dad. It was my mother, Alpha Scarlett, who taught me to fight, cook and encouraged me to follow my interest in medical healing." I said, crossing my arms. "Why does everyone immediately compliment Dad?"

In the end she couldn't. She loved my father so much and I still don't understand how that was possible. She said I would someday but that day has not arrived as yet. And it might never arrive. I looked at Daniel and remembered when he taught me to play chess. That was once a happy memory but now it's a pretty corrupt memory. The memory of a father teaching his son something new as a long-term investment so that in 21 years time he could use him. I frowned as anger and resentment boiled within. Just then a hand grabbed the fame from my hands.

to see her eyes properly . " I told her that ' than why she is teaching in the middle of my conversation ' " .. saying this she giggled and my eyes go more round in surprise .. But her words itself made me laugh and we both laughed ... For good 2-3 minutes because ... After that I took my serious face .. " But don't you think your behaviour was bad to your teacher .. You should respect to your elders kiddo ... And teachers are our god ... Who taught you many things about life .. and your behaviour to your teacher was not good as a good child .. " I said to my daughter Quasar with serious face ..

She said happily again so I immediately looked at Samuel. His forehead was also wrinkled while looking at our daughter. What does she mean? We don't teach her to handle knives, especially guns. She's too young for such things. "Baby, who taught you?" I asked seriously. She was smiling looking at me. "Grandpa!" She said happily so I closed my eyes tightly. How many times do I have to tell them not to teach my daughter to use things that children should not be allowed to do. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. I felt Samuel holding my hand so I looked at him.

My son clenched the phone tightly while his frown gradually tightened. After he had finished reading the messages, his first thought was to give my granddaughter a furious beating. However, my granddaughter cried out and pleaded for mercy, “It was Grandma Sylvia who taught me! You were the one who said that I should listen to her like I should listen to my teachers because she's a well-educated granny!” My son was stunned and turned to cast a baffled look at Sylvia. “Sylvia, I let you take care of my daughter because I trusted you! Back then, my mother raised her just fine!”

Hearing this I laughed as I knew everything I knew concerning cooking was learned from her, So I said in response, "I was taught by the best which is my mother," My words increased the echoes of her laughter as I saw how grateful she was for being around me, her darling daughter.

“But it’s gone now. It’s done. You taught me that, too, how to concentrate on what’s important. How not to cry over spilled milk or things we can’t change.” “I tried to teach you whatever I could. Not that I had much to teach, kiddo. I wasn’t all that wise myself, you know.” She brushed the hair from her face and she looked so defeated. “But you were! You taught me to be who I am. I’m strong, I’m happy, I try my best. Always. Like you taught me.”