Romans & histoires Single Father

Heck, I'm sure he's still salty that his only son is gay. And despite that, I still love and respect my father. He's the only family I have left, so I try to focus on the positive things about him, even if it hurts. I wonder how they're doing at home. Are my people happy? Do they lack anything? Isn't it too hard for my father to deal with the responsibility alone now that he has reached retirement age? While I lie here, my people may be suffering, but all I do is rest and think about my controlling husband. I shouldn't be so selfish.

Death has now snatched him from me. I am alone in this world. Just yesterday, my father and I were discussing how tomorrow's pack patrol would be. We were both excited, and he even promised he would come out despite his age. My father is 61 years old, and up until now he was still working at one of the hotels up north. He refused to retire, no matter how hard I tried to convince him. He was playful and always happy.

"It's okay, son. So, what's the good news? She's looking quite amazing and you two need to explain yourselves, otherwise, your old man is gonna be calling 911 right away." They laughed. Moments later, a brief silence encompassed the room. Then shortly after Mr Murphy excused them and went back into his room. To him, he saw every reason to begin a new chapter - a new page of intimacy; even though they already have more than what is necessary to make them compatible and their chemistry was hot enough to burn down a laboratory to ruin. For he has been a single parent and a lonely man without a woman over the decade - of course, he can't deny the sweetness of being together with the person you t

“I just wanted to watch a program, there's nothing wrong going on between your dad and I.” My assurance didn't seem to help, Lily was smart, her pinky finger tapped gently on her cup while she lifted it to her face. “I doubt that.” “Why?” “Because you never call my father ‘my father’, you call him Ethan.” She explained, her voice was hollow as she spoke into the cup. “You and daddy are fighting and I know it, don't worry, you can tell me about it. I'm not a child.” “You're definitely a child.” I giggled, “And a funny one at that too. Your father and I aren't fighting, I just wanted to watch a movie.”

She couldn’t even imagine him in a serious relationship, much less marriage. “I’m too young for that, Mom,” Kent answered, sounding annoyed as he took a sip of his vodka. “Too young? For Christ’s sake, son!” Their mother gasped, clearly exasperated. “You’re turning thirty in a few months. Men should settle down at that age.” “I’m enjoying my bachelor life,” he replied with a smirk. “Until when, son?” Their father finally spoke, his tone flat. “Until I find someone who can take my breath away. Unfortunately, I haven’t found her yet,” Kent said, then turned to look at Kai. “How about this beautiful lady beside me? She might end up getting married before I do.”

“Excuse me?” “You heard me,” he said, walking forward with a sheepish grin. “Stepmother. Don’t get all shy now. We both know my father can’t stay away from you for more than ten minutes at a time, and yet here you are, somehow still married to my idiot of a brother.” “Augustine, stop.” He raised his hands innocently. “Look, I’m not trying to stir the pot. Honestly, I’d prefer it if you ended up with my father. So, I’m just gonna keep saying it until it becomes reality. Manifestation is the new genie, haven’t you heard?”

It was either that or gossiping about their married kids. “He’s so handsome, tell her Tony.” “I don’t like him.” I laughed at my dad’s comment. He didn’t like any men as soon as they were interested in me. “Tony, stop it. Come on, tell her!” My mom turned to look at me so earnestly I had to look serious. “Patricia said he works in oil and gas…” she pursed her lips to contain her excitement. “That means he’s loaded, Sierra.” “Seriously, mom?”

" My boy, you really have to pull yourself together. The fact that your father left us doesn't mean that the world has come to an end", our housekeeper, Ma Erica said as she walked into my room and saw me crying myself to death. A lot had happened in just a few days; I had lost my father, spent a good amount of time in jail, and also sustained injuries that almost left my face scarred, my signature fine face.

Richard felt torn about the situation. Seeing the confused, remorseful, hesitant and excited mix of feelings on the evidently exhausted CEO’s face, Emily wondered if she should rethink her decision to let the single father know what she thought about his parenting abilities. It was never easy to be a parent, much less a single parent taking care of children who shared no blood relations with him. “Here, please eat up while it is warm.” As Emily placed his portion of soup down with some toast and a pasta salad, Richard thanked her and finally looked up.

He didn't look like an older man at all; he possessed a powerful physique and a face that seemed to defy the passage of time. "I don't have any siblings, Angie. I'm an only child... my mother died giving birth to me. My father was all I had, but we don't get along because he’s a womanizer. He never keeps his word. He broke his promise to never replace my mother." Mark’s voice echoed in my memory. I recalled those lines from when we were still in the "getting to know each other" stage.