Rapunzel Mother Knows Best Lyrics Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Wait! Before you say anything, I need to say something first." "Princess, I really need to..." "No, Mom, please. Let me finish. I need to thank you." "Thank me?" "Yes! Thank you for being the most amazing mother in the entire universe. If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't be this happy right now. My dreams wouldn't be coming true tomorrow. You've always supported me, even when I was being an idiot. Like that time in high school when I wanted to dye my hair purple and you let me do it even though you knew I'd look like a demented eggplant."

"Be grateful. You won't be lucky enough to meet a rich wife like Ruby in the future, but it's different for us. We're Mrs. Milford's best friends!" "If you plan on copying Ruby again, just look at yourself in the mirror to ask if you're worthy enough! You should be grateful that she's willing to personally deal out your punishment. How can you glare at us?" Ruby was on cloud nine with everyone's enthusiastic bootlicking. I took the opportunity to use every ounce of strength I had left to announce my true identity. "I'm Connor Milford's mother. If he finds out how I was treated today, you'll all suffer the consequences!"

I distinctly heard Yelena Lipton gasp on the other end of the phone, followed by several seconds of silence. "Mom's… gone? H-How could that be? This is just too sudden! I didn't mean to be absent. I-I'll buy tickets for the soonest flight possible and head back right away. Wait for me to come back, okay?" "No need. From now on, you and I should go our separate ways. There's no need for us to be tied together anymore. This is exactly what you want, isn't it?"

Even after I was dead, they did not leave me alone. My mom snapped at them. She grabbed a broom and chased them off. “What are you talking about?! My Anna’s not a liar! You don’t get to say that about her!” The children scattered and ran away laughing. Before they left, they stuck out their tongues and shouted that they wished I would burn in hell. Mom was furious. She was determined to go to the school and have the teachers call in their parents.

Though, she also knows there's a 'but' in there. "But...?" She eggs him to continue as he starts to drive the car, his hands firmly on the steering wheel before he looks over at her. "But I hate the way he's been treating you, as if you're the gum at the bottom of his shoe. The rotten apple, the one left in the dark. He's treating you like Mother Gothel, when really. You're Rapunzel." He says and it doesn't dawn on Sophie right away, however she smiles knowing he wants better for her.

I showed her a peace sign after that. Lena and I decided to go back to our houses before the sun goes down ‘coz our parents might scold us. I realized that practicing earlier left wounds and scratches on my hand so I cleaned it first before entering the house to avoid being noticed by my parents. As usual, mom and dad are busy cooking food for our dinner in our kitchen and didn’t notice that I just got home. I went in the kitchen to let them know that I’m home. Mom, Lilia Krause, saw me first and smiled genuinely as our eyes meet and that’s when I realize that my mom aged a little and developed some wrinkles but still as beautiful as a rose. Her hazel brown eyes still sparkled with genuinene

"I told you, didn't I? You're a princess; my red hair princess and you deserve nothing but the best. That's why I'm here, honey, to always give you the best." "Thank you so much, Mum," I paced around in excitement, struggling to control my emotions. "I'll be a Luna Queen pretty soon. I can't believe it. I knew he'd love that dress. I was sure he was gonna love it. Why not? It was picked by the best mother in the world, wasn't it?" "You can say that again, honey." "Is it the shoes?" I continued, placing both hands of mine on my mother's shoulders. "If I were in his shoes, I'd have fallen for those shoes just like he did. He looked dazzled and for a while, he couldn't get his eyes off me."

Relief flickered briefly, only to be swallowed by a heavier weight. “Perfect,” she whispered, though the word felt hollow. Her fingers brushed the smooth surface of the mirror, searching for reassurance. But the reflection offered none, only a fragile semblance of perfection. Her gaze dropped to her hair—long, flowing, and shimmering with a purple hue that defied her attempts to blend in. Her mother’s voice returned, sharper this time. *"Look at your hair; it resembles witches in cartoons. People will burn you alive, believing you’ll curse their children."*

I sat on the floor at the foot of my bed, rocking my body gently as I sang, my mother seated behind me on the edge of the mattress, brushing through my hair as she joined in softly. Her voice was louder and clearer than my own, the melodic tones blending together as we practiced the song "Over the Rainbow" — the very same piece I had been tasked with perfecting for my starring role as Dorothy Gale in the upcoming school play.