Romans & histoires Promise Me Dad

The answer to that question creeps glides down my back and settles with a chill at the base of my spine. Because they plan on killing me. “Nothing?” He asks when dad doesn’t respond. “Don’t go quiet on me now. You promised you’d give me anything I want.” Dad swallows roughly, realizing his mistake. He’d made a promise to a psychopath and I’m too scared to hear what he’d ask in return for letting us go. If he plans on letting us go. “Who are you and what do you want?” Dad demands and I’m amazed at his boldness. I wish I could be that bold and not shake like a leaf whenever the Joker looked in my direction.

I sighed, pausing as my mind drifted back to the good old days. However, I quickly got rid of the thought. It was pointless thinking about such things. “We only have each other,” I continued. “And no matter what happens, nothing will separate us. Not even dad.” Jose looked me in the eyes as if he was searching them. “Promise?” he asked. I smiled, ruffling his hair. “I promise.”

Her father had promised her a big teddy bear and a box of chocolates and her mom promised her a birthday cake that she had always asked for. data-p-id=e132abcc72d1d7772d441d107cde9c70,"Sweetie, I'm going to the office to quickly handle a few things and as soon as I'm done, I promise I'll come home with your goodies. So please be patient with me honey." Martin Rodriguez says to his daughter, who was worried and scared thinking her dad was abandoning her on the own birthday. “You promise papa?” Adriana asks, pouting innocently. Martin stared lovingly at his innocent princess and although he knew things could go wrong if he didn’t find a way to protect her, he couldn’t bring himself to think ne

He said so effusively, I burst into tears. I went straight into his arms and wailed. "I'm sorry I had to put you through this, it's all my fault." He bemoaned. I shook my head in disagreement, I could not allow him blame himself. It was his debt but I agreed to the condition. "Dad promise me you won't keep blaming yourself." I poked out my pinky finger. He hesitated. "Lo prometo." He said after a while. (I promise) "Pinky swear?" I wasn't satisfied. He intertwined his left pinky finger with mine.

" Promise me! " I said to my father who was sitting on the bed while I was sitting beside him on the chair. His weak hand palmed my hands between his before he forced his lips saying " I promise. I no longer trouble you with my stupidity. I've lost a lot of your life. I can't act stupid anymore and risk losing my daughter all because of my lost lifestyle. "

"If you don't choose me, I need you to promise me something." "What?" "That you'll be happy. Really happy. Not just content. Not just surviving. Actually happy." His eyes meet mine. "Promise me you'll laugh every day. Find joy. Live. Not just exist. Live." "Kieran." "Promise me. Please. I need to know that even if I'm not there, you're still finding reasons to smile." "I promise." "Good." He squeezes my hands. "And promise me you'll tell Mira about me. Tell her I loved her. Wanted her. Would have been the fun dad who let her get away with everything."

“Son I want you to promise me that you’ll take good care of the company and let the legacy of the family continue. Also, I want you to promise me to do whatever I have asked you to as stated in my last will when it is been read after my burial.” I interrupted him and said “Dad I beg you to stop talking about you dying because you are not going to die. You’ll be fine the doctors are going to make sure of that.” “Son, please just promise me you will do whatever I am asking of you.”He said with a very weak yet reassuring smile. I took in a deep breath and said “Alright Dad I promise to take good care of the company and also I promise to do whatever you have instructed me to do in your last wil

Just honesty, raw and unfiltered. As the conversation deepened, I felt a shift inside. The weight of responsibility settled on my shoulders, but it didn't crush me. It fueled me. "I promise, Dad," I said finally, my voice steady despite the emotion churning within. "I'll bring back Kane Global. Whatever it takes. I'll fix this—for us, for the family." He looked at me then, really looked, as if searching for the truth in my words. Another tear fell, but he nodded slowly. "I hope you mean that, son. Because if you do... maybe there's still a chance."

I wanted Dante to be ok, I wanted Enrique to be ok… Mama to be ok… I wanted the bad man to go away… Delsanra to be ok… “Promise?” I whispered, opening my eyes. Daddy smiled, his dark eyes glittering, and he nodded. “I fucking promise.” He said, making Mama gasp for some reason. I simply smiled and nodded. My daddy never broke a promise.

Dad insisted, he coughed out blood. "No! No daddy!!" I cried, shaking my head. "I have always given you all you ever asked from me my child but today your father wants something from you" dad said and took my hands in his. "What..what is it dad?" "Promise me that you'll live..promise me that you'll fight death and keep my lineage from coming to an end" "But..why are you speaking this way?" "Just promise me!" He snapped. "I promise you dad. But give me some minutes, I'll go call for help"