Sorry Not Sorry Dreams Mistakes And Growing Up นิยาย & เรื่องราว

It was a pity she wasn't an actress. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I couldn't keep us..." Serene frowned and said painfully. "Sorry? Serene, you are so naive. Do you think your apology can do anything?" Jackie sneered and asked her. Could she make up for what she had done by saying sorry? Could her apology bring back the lives of his family? How ridiculous! "I'm sorry! I'm really sorry!" In the dream, Serene was crying and tearing up. She cried so sadly, as if her world had been ruined.

Actually, no one deserves it. “I’m sorry for being such a dumb-ass, Drey. I’m sorry for hurting you so badly. I’m sorry for making you cry. And I would like to say sorry as early as now if I might do things in the future that you wouldn’t like. I promise, I’ll make it up to you and I will never stop until I make you happy. Actually, I won’t ever stop making up to you until the day I die.”

Here was my son, trying to understand adult complications with a child's logic, unaware that his simple words were tearing his parents apart. Darius's gaze flicked to me, and I saw a question there. Permission to answer honestly, to explain in whatever way he could manage. I nodded slightly, not trusting my voice. "Because," Darius said carefully, crouching down to Eli's level, "sometimes grown-ups make mistakes that hurt the people they love. And sometimes those mistakes can't be fixed, no matter how much we want them to be." Eli absorbed this with the same seriousness he applied to everything else. "Did you make a mistake with Mama?"

He ended his beautiful speech smiling tearfully. "Merry Christmas Dad." "Merry Christmas grandad." ********* Is okay to make a mistake, but us not okay when you don't learn from it✍️

“I know, I know. Don’t misunderstand. I’m eternally grateful for everything you guys did. You rescued me from a ruined future. It’s just that… I can’t stop thinking how it was my dream that got me into such a mess. My dream. I mean, aren’t dreams supposed to be good things and mistakes supposed to be harmless? “The grownups keep telling us: ‘Get out of your comfort zone and chase your dream. Make a lot of mistakes and learn from them.’ But knowing that there are people like the Boogeyman out there, I’m not so sure I can go back to being the hopeful and trusting girl I once was.”

"I'm sorry, Papa, I'm so sorry!" "Shhh..." He held my face and wiped my tears with his thumbs. "You have nothing to be sorry for. I didn't raise you to be perfect, you are only human and you are allowed to make mistakes too. That's how you grow. I am proud of the young woman you've become, and wherever you are going, I hope you never forget where you come from. And above all, never ever stop chasing your dreams. Wait here," he instructed before heading to the driver's side, and seconds later, the clicking sound of the boot opening filled my ears.

She flashed a forced smile and nodded, swallowing the bitter lump in her throat. Sighing, he reached out and took her palm in his. “I am sorry, Lisa. I failed you as a father. We need this. The company does.” She had the urge to roll her eyes. She had heard these same words constantly for the past two weeks. “I understand, Dad.” She managed to flash a smile. He nodded but still continued. “Your mother and I had no choice. The Norths are the only answers out of this mess.”

“If you don’t feel better by tomorrow, I will take you to the hospital myself, and this time, don’t argue with me.” I manage a small smile. “Alright. If I don’t feel better, you can take me. I promise.” * * * * * * * * That night, I could not sleep. My mind wouldn’t stop racing. My life feels like a nightmare I can’t wake up from. My parents have so many dreams for me, and I’ve always wanted to make them proud. Now, I’m terrified that I’ll only bring them disappointment and shame. They have sacrificed so much for me, and this, this mistake, could break them.

“I needed to do something, and I figured I may as well say sorry in the process. I did play some part in our little dispute, so an apology from me was about due.” “And, what? You expect this to make everything okay?” He asks. “You say sorry, I say sorry, and then we just go on our merry little ways? We’ll be best friends again and it’s all just forgive and forget?” He scoffs at the thought. “If that’s it, grow up.” “Excuse me?” She asks, a look of offense as she begins to glare. “Grow up.” He says. “We’re not children, Liviana. It’s not that simple, and it’ll never be so easy. If you ever thought otherwise, you might as well pack your bags now because you’ll never make it with that delusiona