Sorry Little One Mga Nobela at Kwento

I could just think about crying and the fountain is on. It’s just too much for me to handle. I quickly get out of bed and rush to the kitchen to microwave the cold pizza from yesterday or the day before? I wasn’t sure. But I put in anyways and I set the timer. I rush back to the bathroom taking a quick bath. The only a* pay is so good and I get an extra bonus cause I am pregnant. The shop owner was so nice and welcoming and so homey. I think that has to be the only friend in my life right now.

Do you think Natalia's still gonna stress? also, Suggest the baby name in the comment section. Love you my Little Birdies- Dailyy.Alex03

His words were a little clumsy, but clear enough. “What’s your name?” I asked. “Uno,” he said proudly. “And how old are you, Uno?” He held up two fingers. “Two.” Two. If my child had survived… they would be two now. The thought hit me painfully without warning. I imagined a small hand. A small laugh. A pair of eyes looking up at me like I was someone worth trusting. I swallowed. Uno unwrapped the chocolate with help from the nanny and took a bite, grinning when it melted on his tongue. He laughed, a soft sound that settled somewhere deep inside my chest.

My expression must be hilarious because my soulmate wraps his arms around my waist and whispers: "A little gift from the pack. The cubs wanted to welcome you by drawing a picture each. They’re eager for your lessons. And, I must say, it’s a wonderful idea to have their Luna teach them about life. Their mothers prepared dinner, and the soldiers set up the lights and soft music."

Right now, the only thing separating us from the person in the next bed is the privacy curtains on both sides. “Hailey,” I say with a sigh when I hear my little girl giggling. “I’m sorry, daddy, but that room was wayyy too big and wonley.” I can’t even be mad at her especially when she pronounces the word ‘lonely’ that way. “That’s okay, pumpkin. Does you tummy still hurt?”

The person in front of me said in a truly apologetic voice. I looked at her to find a girl looking at me with big round brown eyes. They reminded me of hot chocolate. "Uh...it's alright? I guess." I muttered rubbing my forehead. It came out like a question which I guess, made her more uncertain. "I'm so sorry. I didn't see you. I should've!" She blabbered. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, counted till seven then looked back at her again. "Does it hurt that much?" She asked in a whisper.

I still remember it like it happened just yesterday, it's plain as day in my memory, the first time I saw Melvin Cross, the love of my life; I was a three year old kid who just got lost,I wandered the streets of California for days, I had just arrived there from Seoul, where I lived with my Asian Mother, I had never seen my father and I didn't even know I had a twin sister and my Mother's face I could barely remember, I was just a three-years old kid, lost, scared and hungry as I have been wandering the streets for three days, I was so hungry I thought I was gonna die soon, all I had on me was a locket necklace, which I remember my mother telling me not to loose it, I cried and cried, but fo

“Don’t worry. I’m OK. Promise.“ Gaby said. - Even though they said they would only order food, they couldn’t stop Gaby from making supper because the other guys were watching TV. Dylan and Clark are Gaby’s assistants. Matt said a movie was on the flash drive plugged into the TV. Ashlee opened it on the spot. The title of the film is a romantic comedy. “Are you a big fan of romantic comedies?“ Riki asked. “What’s the matter with you?“ Belle exclaimed. “I’m wondering whether you’re too serious. You don’t seem to be romantic at all.“ Riki exclaimed. It surprised Riki when Belle flung the pillow at him. “Are you truly merciless?” Rikki said.

For the chance that one day they won’t flinch when someone raises their voice, or tremble when someone drops a cup too loudly. I hand out the rest of the food slowly, one piece at a time, making sure each of them gets something, even though I know it won’t be enough to keep them full. But it is something. A moment of kindness. A small thread of humanity pulled from the wreckage of everything else. One of the boys looks up at me, crumbs on his chin, and whispers something so soft I almost don’t hear it. “Thank you,” he says with all the manners he can muster.

“C’mon, give mummy a smile” Florence muttered with a weak smile on her face. We’ll be back very soon, I promise” Florence murmured as she crouched before her kids. Pastor Peter and his wife stood behind the children. Their small travelling bags and school bags had been carried inside but still, the children were not smiling. Solomon looked on the verge of tears. Barely two years old, Solomon was too small to be left alone. Visha stared mutely at the ground, while Sandra had a deceptive calm look on her face. Her pride wouldn’t allow her show just how much this was affecting her; somehow, that was more heartbreaking than even Solomon’s tears.