The You Wish Your Parents Had Read Novels & Stories

I had skipped the Joint Admission Matriculation Test for the year with objectives of writing the following year and making myself more prepared for the drilling exercises to follow. My parents had warned me against excessive reading, which amounts to abnormalities in behaviours. My father told me a story of a man in his village who had gone mad after reading much of a book. To me, I believed it was a mere fiction. Perhaps, the man was not careful enough to mind the way he took the drug that had resulted in such ill fate.

It can’t be that I am lying on my bed and dreaming about this night because I have wished for it so much? “Every day when I see my parents and the way they act around each other, I always wondered if I would ever get to feel like that about someone. My mom had told me that when I meet the right person, I won’t even know when it will start growing. I thought she was lying because I have been with a lot of girls and none of them, absolutely none of them have moved me more than to just fuck them. But it’s different with you, with you I just want to go on everyday making beautiful memories, living every day of my life with you, sharing every moment and making every second count.

The thought made Willow's eyes sting. "Our parents passed early. Their last wish before they passed away was that we would find happiness. If we couldn't find someone to love, we should just live freely and comfortably without having to worry about anything else. If we did, we must check each other's choices, and only if the person had good character should we marry."

I grumbled, the bitter anger rushing back as I thought about how carelessly my father had dismissed my dreams. “You want one thing, and your parents want another?” she mused while I nodded tightly. She stared out into the rain, slowly shaking her head. “At least you should be grateful that you have parents who actually notice you. Parents who want what they think is best for you.” She paused, her voice dropping into a quiet tone. “You better appreciate what you have, kid."I WANTED TO TAKE OFFENSE AT HER WORD. But swallowed, continue listening to her. “Some people don't have parents who care at all. Some of us are just left loaded down with baggage we never asked for.”

What a pest, I keep wishing for the day she will get tired and leave my life for good. “You got quite the temper meat head.” I turned and looked at Grandpa reading the Forbes Magazine. “I got it from you so, we are both the same.” “Shut up, you punk.” “I miss you, Grandpa, how wish you were here. Sometimes I wonder where on earth are you now. Are you doing okay? Did you finally meet your wife that you miss so much?” “Well, you don’t need to search for me because I am right in your memories okay? Always remember what I keep telling you so you won’t end your life with regrets and wish you hadn’t taken some drastic decision.”

It can’t be that I am lying on my bed and dreaming about this night because I have wished for it so much? “Every day when I see my parents and the way they act around each other, I always wondered if I would ever get to feel like that about someone. My mom had told me that when I meet the right person, I won’t even know when it will start growing. I thought she was lying because I have been with a lot of girls and none of them, absolutely none of them have moved me more than to just fuck them. But it’s different with you, with you I just want to go on everyday making beautiful memories, living every day of my life with you, sharing every moment and making every second count.

After all, her beloved daughter had loved her father so dearly, but that man only cared about Rory. Sophie was not even allowed a place in her father's heart just because Linda was Rory's mother. "Sophie would definitely be overjoyed if she were to see it." Tina smiled, clapping Jimmy on the shoulder reassuringly. She was still heartbroken over Sophie's death, but she must not give in to her sorrow. Her dear Sophie would never want to see her like this, and Tina still remembered how Sophie had made an adultlike wish—that her mother would be happy—on her second birthday.

They wished I had the guts to sound up against their parents and tell them to go to hell. "I wish sometimes we could break free and have our own lives. I am sick and tired of being told what to do and that we will never get married, find love, or even turn on our feelings. I wish I were like Gabby. I wish I could run away with the one I love, but I don't love anybody because I'm not allowed to have feelings. Our parents want us to marry those ugly vampire girls from the old families. Can you imagine if we married him? What our children should look like?" Andrei complains to his brothers.

Hmm… Maybe… “I wish finding the love of my life isn’t so complicated and difficult.” I fervently pray to whoever is granting wishes out there. Silently, of course. I know my radio connection is on and if somebody else hears me wishing upon a star — or rather a planet, I would die of embarrassment or be even more of a recluse. Which is pretty much the same in my parents’ vocabulary.

She palmed his face with her tiny soft hands and pecked his forehead affectionately. "You're my mamma and you're my papa , Nate . I have always found them in you, so I want my parents to shine more beautifully in their lives through you. I want you to achieve every beautiful thing in your life but I know this won't be possible if you just think about me but not yourself, so please. Accept Mr Grayson's proposal. Go out for that business project and I promise I will try my best to live here on my own and it's just a matter of months then you will be back to me, "