To My Parents Lyrics Novels & Stories

I took a second and took a deep breath to steady myself. I spoke slowly into the microphone. "I would like to dedicate this song to my best friend and my father. I hope they found peace." I sat on the stool in front of the microphone and heard the backbeat start with the four taps that counted me off. With that, I started to strum 'There you'll be by Faith Hill'. I lost myself in the sound and rhythm of the music. My eyes closed as I embraced each note and word. The audience was silent when I finished. Did I tank it that bad?

I can be whoever I want. I transpose to the beginning of the verse to prepare myself for the song, then I sing... Have you ever had the feeling? That you are all alone Have you ever heard the harmony? That’s coming from my soul. My childhood memories rush through my mind, tracing deep into my heart. Hayden and my parents. My song conveys the agony I’ve experienced in the past. It’s as if I’m speaking to them about my emotions and needing to be heard. I’ve tried so hard to stand alone.

At this point, I just need someone to explain things to me. My heartbeat increased, and I stared up at my parents. “I think something is wrong. What exactly is the issue? None of you even visited through my coma, but here you are; you even have the gall to lie to him. Where did I go wrong with you guys? Why are you hell-bent on frustrating my life?” I screamed at my parents, pain evident in my voice, and a glassy teardrop hung in the corner of my eye. Slimy saliva gathered by the corner of my mouth, threatening to drop at any point.

I pleaded quietly, my voice hoarse from crying so much. "No, I won't leave you alone, baby. I won't go until I know that you are alright,” he tried again, his voice soothing me slightly. “We will get through this together, alright? Your parents are still here so you can talk it out. I promise you that things will be better. Baby, believe me, please," he continued, his voice cracking at every word. "My parents probably hate me," I said, crying as I wiped my eyes while still leaning on the door with my head on the wood,

And if by chance you happen to die, They’ll be the ones who will really cry. You see, my friend, there’s no one who can love you more Than your very own parents, that’s for sure. Always remember this is true, That wherever you go, your parents will be there for you.” .... .... .... HELLO DEAR READERS.. HOW ARE YOU ALL ..❤️❤️❤️.. HERE IS YOUR UPDATE ❤️❤️ I HOPE YOU WILL LIKE IT.. ... DO TELL ME HOW YOU FELT . . . . . .

Both of them pulled me into a comforting hug, their concern evident. "Hey, pumpkin," Dad said softly, his voice soothing. "I know things are tough right now, but let’s stay positive and keep moving forward, okay?" Little did he know how accurate his words would become. "I just wanted to tell you that I love you both so much," I managed to say, fighting back tears. "No matter what happens, I am really lucky to have you as my parents." I took a step back, looking up at them with a heavy heart. They gazed down at me, their eyes filled with sadness.

He then rubbed his thumb back and forth softly on my cheek and said “I intend to marry you one day and make you my wife.” Kiss me like you wanna be loved You wanna be loved You wanna be loved This feels like falling in love Falling in love We’re falling in love If this is a dream, no one wake me up,I internally squealed. Kiss me like you wanna be loved You wanna be loved You wanna be loved This feels like falling in love Falling in love We’re falling in love When the song ended, Matthew and I said our goodbyes to my parents. “It was great meeting you Cheryl and Gerald,” Matthew said as he shook my father’s hand and hugged my mother goodbye.

I begged, donbing violently when I noticed my parents look at each other with regret, “please mum I'm begging you, don't make me go back."

And if there's anything more I'd like to say, it's this: I'd want to claim that you've added color to the world. My parents provided me with a lot of color in the world. I can't recall the last time I felt completely content. Yes, I am content in my life since I have friends, but I am not totally content because I recognize that something is missing, namely, my parental love and self-confidence. I wept with you. I have hope because of you. This song is dedicated to you. And if your voice is worn out, don't be sorry. Because you heard what I said.

I am nothing. Suddenly, lightning flashes across the sky, illuminating the room. The light reflects off the picture frame hanging on my wall—the last family picture I took with my parents—and I sniffle. My parents gaze out at nothing, their smiling faces and eyes filled with pride lit up by the lightning in the sky. “Mom. Dad,” I whimper, pushing myself into a sitting position. “What do I do?”