Novel & Cerita Which Godly Parent Do I Have

Anna looked at Nana who was already in tears running towards her and bursting into her arms. "Pray for Daddy to face God happily, dear. Daddy is a good person, we pray that the path is bright. You are a light to Daddy, for Daddy's charity has been cut off, except for only three things." "What is it, Mommy?" "Good deeds, useful knowledge, and children who always pray for their parents. You can make Daddy go to Heaven. You are the eldest kid, you must be able to guide your younger siblings to become responsible individuals that Daddy can be proud of when he meets the Creator later.”

Jan replied. "What kind of power does your father have?" Gil questioned, intrigued by Jan's words. "Gil, I confess I don't have a clear answer. My father has the ability to channel energies in an amazing way, but he has never wanted to teach me his secrets. Once, I met your nanny's husband. He claimed that my father isn't really my progenitor, that I am the son of a god. When I raised this question with my father, he strictly forbade me from approaching that man."

The least he could do was try and see if she could be swayed. "Your mother was once a human; the Goddesses used their power on her and transformed her into a Celestial giving her the powers of Goddess. Which means you are part human. Your father, my brother is a Lord of Collective and the Lord of Chaos. This means you have the power of a God within you."

Jenson said, "Mommy and Daddy are more important than gold. They’re the best riches we will ever receive.” Baby Zetty was slightly stunned. She found Jenson’s words complicated and incomprehensible. Jenson caught her by surprise by saying philosophically, "Some parents give their children wealth, and some give them knowledge. Our parents, however, give us a much higher level of spiritual beliefs." Baby Zetty came to a sudden realization. "So I should be really thankful that I have parents like that." Upstairs, Jay lay next to Angeline, stroking her face tenderly. Awfully tempted by her inviting red lips, he leaned over and kissed her.

Harrison's eyes made me feel strings pulling needles in my heart. I should not have been affected like this but somehow Mrs. Harrison's sadness made me think of my parents. I wonder if they are missing me and perhaps are still looking for me. I also wonder what happened to them too. Are they happy or are they like Mrs. Harrison who still mourns for her daughter named Jenna? I must say Jenna is so lucky to still have loving parents and people mourning for her. At least she is still remembered by her loved ones. I do not know if I ever had people like hers once I am gone from this world. "Bless her soul, Lord" I whisper in prayer before turning back and plopping onto the bed.

"Still, you must have felt terrible. I get why you hid it before now. So, I want you to be honest with me. I'm ready to listen to you" Letting out a slow exhale, I finally said it. "My father is the god of chaos and my mother was a human...." I said and her eyes went wide. She seemed to be awed. "You're a demigod?" She breathed and I nodded in agreement. "That's pretty cool. But...chaos?" She said, raising a brow. I grimaced sheepishly. "Sometimes, when I feel very intense emotions, it's most likely that chaos might occur around me" I said and she chuckled.

"Oh! I saw the message on parent w******p group. I would considers that for you. Your dad?" "Well, I was given one." "Okay."

After reading, she inhaled deeply and exhaled a big breath. “Come with me, Kira. It’s time.” his mother said seriously, and she grabbed his arm and pulled him to the basement. “Back in my country, we have a different set of deities, or gods. Just like how the Greeks had Zeus and the Romans had Venus. We also have ours. My family is a believer, I was. But coming here to the US, I don’t have an outlet for my beliefs. Your father is also not very fond of this. I almost forced him to believe in Christ, and what more, other gods. But you, my son. You are special.”

Heathens – Twenty one pilots Parents (noun) – People who were there for your birth and take care of you. Also, people who usually hate your boyfriend. My mom loathed Angeles with every essence of her being. And my dad – if he ever paid attention – wasn’t too fond of him either. That’s why, when I wanted to see him, I’d usually sneak out. Up until that one fateful day where my mom stopped me just as I was about to exit the house. “And where are you going Jenny Hastings?”

I asked him. "You? " He lifts his head and faced me, " mom, I will not be able to tolerate anyone cursing at you, you've been my only parent and even if Dad doesn't return, you'd always be both my mom and dad.". He rest his head on my lap, and graced my face with smile... My son is so mature?. I almost feel like he has the attributes from his dad or did I get blessed with the best son in the world. ..