Para Mi Hijo Novels & Stories

I will rise my child to be good and have passion for his mate from a young age, so he wouldn't make the mistake that his father and brothers did and I can only hope. THE END

my child asked again. “I don’t know. I-I can’t answer that question,” I said. I saw his face fall. “B-But don’t worry. You know, Madrid, just keep praying that you and your Papa will meet someday. That will surely happen because you’re a good child,” I said, trying to give him hope. Even with tears in his eyes, Madrid formed a small smile on his lips and nodded at me in agreement.

He asked smirking. "It's about my son. He's in the hospital.He needs blood, and I—" "A son?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "You have a child?" "Yes," I replied quickly. "He's only four years old, Markos. He's just a little boy. "Please help me, I have no one else to ask." He chuckled softly, but there was no laughter in it. "Why should I even bother? Ask his father for assistance,” his words hit me hard.

"It may not be," "Mhm," I sigh quietly thinking back on all the birthday wishes sitting in my DMs and emails. It's usually this way every birthday. "Anyway, I might just say it now. The reason why I am so eager to go to LA is because I made a promise with a eight year old, I don't usually don't go back on those." "Oh, must be a special kid—" "He is. He's my son," My lips fall into a small smile thinking back on the short period of time I spent with him. "Look fortunately no one knows yet and would like to keep it that way for awhile."

He said he wants to be a pilot, so I just support his decision. And last but not least, my son is a heartbreaker! There are a lot of girls coming to our house, claiming they're pregnant even when they aren't. I don't know what to do anymore; I'm just really sorry. Every time I reprimand my son about those girls, he just gives me the same answer. I don't understand why they need to follow him home and flirt with him. I'm just really grateful that he's not a bastard like his father!

in my head. Yes, I was struggling to make ends meet and I had to feed my four-year-old son. I made this decision for myself. I need to stand on the ground and prove to my parents that I am never wrong in keeping my child. My son is the person I treasure the most in this world. But I guess, now is not the right time for me to brag about my life.

Papa Elias taught me. I nodded. I hope that if the day comes that I have to let my son go, he will not suffer in the world of people. I want him to be outstanding. I still want him to be the king.

I had to start fending for myself . And As for how I got red , that's a story I don't wanna think about . " Mom ... I'm done Already " I heard my son's voice and I smiled . No matter the shit I've passed through , Red has been my biggest motivation to keep going , I love my Son till death . He's currently five and would be turning six soon . We got out and i board a taxi to his school immediately we got there , I bent to his level . " Listen here Red danger " I said and he chuckled .

Papa Elias taught me. I nodded. I hope that if the day comes that I have to let my son go, he will not suffer in the world of people. I want him to be outstanding. I still want him to be the king.

Goodness! Is that how much he hate me. He doesn't care about his child. Something is definitely wrong somewhere.