The You Wish Your Parents Had Read Novels & Stories

I felt so jealous and I wished I could experience this kind of feeling, but I dare not as I am not allowed to. I wish I could be geniuinely happy with Leo and I don't have to pretend to love him. I wish my parents never died and I married Leo because I was truly in love with you. I wish I didn't need to avenge my parents death. But like they say, if wishes were horses. I have to face the reality of my life and be happy for others that are experiencing genuine happiness.

I try to teach them there’s hope beyond their troubles. So good people believe me when I say, “I hear you.” I understand what you’re going through and I’m here to help. Parents, if you read my books, let them be a guiding light to you. Let the children see how much you love them, don’t make them regret having you as parents; make them trust you. Don’t be spiteful against dad because he bought a lottery ticket instead of saving money. Don’t be spiteful against mom because she bought a new pair of shoes instead of that razor you’d been eying for months.

Finally, it played… but before I could exhale in relief, it turned out that it wasn't the right recording as Ava's maniacal laughter boomed from my laptop's speakers. 'Hillie Hillie. How do you do? Let me guess… you're a little disappointed. I bet you so much wanted to hear what late mama and Papa had to say to their baby daughter, well that's a pity. A waste. If only dada had known that his baby would grow up to be a whore, then he wouldn't have bothered to write such an amazing and emotional letter. If you're curious about what your parents had to say to you then don't worry as I have recorded this to tell you some basic information.

He seemed to be drained of all his strength as he kneeled down in despair in front of his parents' memorial tablets. Old Master Whitman then sighed with sorrow. "It was your father’s last wish for us to send you to F Country for your studies. He had hoped that his son would do well in something that he was not able to complete. He also hoped that you would become successful one day in the future.

Hah... I can't believe this nonsense. Does she think I didn't know that already? She dares look into my past- was seeing something so unpleasant something to be joyful about? Such a headache. When I was a kid, on the day that my mom died, my father made his wish. They said that the Moon Goddess only grants wishes in a moment of desperation- but how stupid is this Goddess to let that mad man get the chance to wish for anything? ~*~

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Maybe that is why I didn’t turn out like my parents. Wyatt, Kane and I watch as my parents slowly walk towards the door. A small part of me is wishing that they would get their things together, so I could rely on them to act proper. Deep down though, I know that is just a fantasy. The last things they said to me at May and Matt’s funeral have been burned into my mind. Yes, they were grieving but to tell me that I can find someone else and have a new family was the last thing that I wanted to hear at my wife and son’s funeral.

Mom never smiled at me. Another gulp of saliva as I sauntered to my seat in the table. “Make a wish.” Dad pushed the cake in front of me, surprisingly quiet today. He was a bit shifty too, his eyes barely focusing on me. I brushed it off, I must be overthinking things. Today has been weird after all. Maybe my adoptive parents finally liked me? My lips slowly spread into a smile at the thought and I closed my eyes, wishing deep in my heart… “I wish to feel loved like this… forever.”

I wanted to help him, but I didn't know how. So I stayed silent. Immediately withdrawing my hand that went reaching for his back, I stared ahead of us having decided to just drown in the silent awkward air but I found myself breaking the decision not even up to two minutes after. “What’s that one thing you wish for so badly?” “That we never met. I wish so bad my good for nothing parents hadn’t forced their pathetic threats on me while thinking I’ve had more than enough of it on my plate. But guess what? You were such a temptation.”

But every wish came at a price. Each one was twisted, corrupted, and fulfilled in the worst possible way. Fearing this ability would bring disaster to their son, his parents tried to hide it. But eventually, the household staff—people who saw him every day—found out. And once they knew, they used him. They exploited his power to murder his parents and steal everything they owned. Maybe they tricked him with innocent words, saying things like: “I wish your parents would come downstairs right now. Can you make that happen, little one?”