Para Mi Hijo Novels & Stories

I sat on the bed putting him on my lap. "That is not a good reason to want to learn to fight," I said. I don't really think he needs to learn how to fight, I just feel like that is violence and I don't want my son to be learning how to fight. He is a child and he should be having fun not trying to learn karate so he can protect me, he can learn it to protect himself but not me. I smiled realizing I just called him my son and it does feel great. "It's not?" He asked, frowning.

I advised and he agreed. "I will," he said and turned to me with a smile. "Have you ever imagined how it is to have a child?" He asked and I smiled. "Having a child is one of the best thing ever, though stressful but it is one of the best thing ever. Kids are really troublesome but it's they are the cutest thing ever and I don't even have to imagine having a child cause I already have a loving son who is-" I stopped ranting my mouth as I mistakenly let it slip that I had a son.

“Can I talk to you about Mace? Mace is my son, by the way. He’s one.” “Yes, you can talk to me about anything.”

Pari maa said while crying. "I always loved you more than my own son. I always support you but what you did? You pushed us away from you. You blamed my son is a murderer. I knew that my son didn't prove anything at all to anyone, because he didn't kill the baby, but he tried to prove himself innocent for you. You know, True love never have to prove anything to each other. Now my son is in there fighting for his life. You hurt me a lot" Pari maa said while crying. I knew Pari maa was worried about her son otherwise she never yells at me.

If anything, he grew more determined, more fearless. But no matter how strong he was, no matter how much he smiled and called himself a superhero, I knew he missed the normalcy of seeing the world like other kids his age. My child deserves the best things in the world. But his eyes are the one thing I can’t give him. “Mommy? Can we go now?” The sound of my son’s voice pulls me back to the present. I blink. “Yes. Yes, of course.” “It’s just that I don’t want to miss the radio show. They might play my song today.”

I stopped. I bent down and closed my eyes. "Because what?" Myra's Mom asked. I looked at her and smiled. "Because I am alone in my whole life" I said. "His mother is gone and his father has another family in another country" said Myra. I nodded at her. "I have no intention of following my Dad's footsteps, I will never leave Myra and my son, I will give them everything they need" I said. "You know John, I feel sorry for my daughter, because she can no longer enjoy life when she have a child because you will tie her into you, because you already have a child with him" she said.

I tell him my reason for meeting him. "Go on, then. I am all ears. You better be quick before the kids awaken. After that, I will be busy playing with the little ones." This guy is insufferable. Now he is already taking over my role in my kids' lives! Nonetheless, it brings me so much joy. He is the father I never had. I know that he will not mislead my kids one bit.

"But you did tell him about me, didn't you?" "What? No, he's still a child…" "The fuck he is!" I was on my feet, seething from fury. "Don't yell," "You leave me with no choice!" I retorted brashly. "You gave birth to my son and he has no idea that his father is somewhere wishing they were together. That's unfair." "Messiah Jr is still a child. Even though I tell him about you, nothing changes. He's still too young to understand what those words mean."

My words were harsh but who cares? " My child stays with me and me alone. I don't need either your or my dad's help. I'm cable of taking good care of my child. If I can carry this child in my stomach for nine good months, don't you think I can also watch him or her grow for as long as I can?" He shut up instantly finding it hard to say anything " if this was your child, will you suggest that he should be given up to some family? Why are you trying to take away my child from me? "

I asked Miguel, handing him the menu. To my surprise, he seemed to have tried almost every dish on the menu; I could tell Serene had given our son the best upbringing possible and had given him the love I had missed. Miguel gave the order to the waitress, who walked away while we were conversing. "Daddy, why doesn't mommy want me to go to school?" he asked. “Well, because you're a little too young to go right now champ,” I responded. "I thought she called me her big boy who always protects her, so what makes her think I am still small?" He asked, and I knew the following questions would be difficult to answer.