You Parents Guide Novels & Stories

It’s just been a rough patch the past few months. “Don’t cry. Please we love you.” Mom says. “You’re special Carol, and we want the best for you.” Dad says. As I wipe my tears away, I thank my parents again. “Now since your passion was to travel, we are giving you the ranch house in Pennsylvania for the start of your journey. Here’s the key.” Mom says.

More people came into the room. “Mike, tell us what the problem is. My wife has been having recurrent visions of impending danger.” The older man complained. “She was indeed right. Danger has come to our doorsteps. My parents just breathed their last. And, they wouldn’t be the only one if we don’t do something about it.” I said sadly, renting my shirt in the process. The whole was stunned till quietness, and then as one, there was a war cry. My parents had been loved. They had done a lot for the community. Without them, we couldn’t have gotten to this point despite the war and danger surrounding us.

He taught me how to protect, respect, and love her without hurting her. I learned at a young age about the darkness that we had in our world. I got into things that a teenager shouldn’t be in, but I had my father guiding me through what was right, what was wrong, what was business, and what HAD to stay out of the family. We had our businesses, not all were favorable, but we knew when to stop, and we knew very well what businesses didn’t take ground in our territories. Otherwise, we would know how to stop them. “How is Arianna?” Mom asked, and I smiled. Despite her being ill, the fact that she asked about my mate meant a lot to me, and I knew that she was very well aware of that.

My sister always got away with everything, so I naturally became Dad's favorite guinea pig to make an example of. When we were little, my sister refused to eat vegetables. He threw me into the bathroom, locked me in for five days without food, and starved me until I vomited blood. My sister was so terrified that she never dared to be a picky eater again. When we got older, she became obsessed with video games. Dad tied me to the computer and ordered me to play nonstop for thirty hours until my eyes bled. My sister swore she would never touch a computer again, and only then did he stop. Later, once puberty hit, my sister refused to wear thermal underwear. When Dad found out, he threw me

“Don’t let it get to you, though.” “How can I not?” Ana cried. “Sweetheart, this is on them, not you,” Bailey said as she thought of the younger girl. “You will be fine. Both still love you. That is what matters.” “Am I going to have to pick one?” Ana asked. “No.” Bailey responded. “don’t do that either way. They are both your parents, and they both are flawed as well. Just stay in the middle lane, and be you. That is all you need to do.”

I said as I moved out of her reach, "The first thing you always complained about was how you would be losing money if I went with my plan of becoming a writer, and the second complaint was how horrible my future would be," I explained and watched as their jaws dropped from my observation, "And you know what, parents are supposed to push their children to reach their dreams and not discourage them from reaching and going after their dreams. Parents are also supposed to be there for their children and lend helping hands to their children when they fail," I said as I pointed at my parents accusing them of being horrible parents, which they were and are.

The neighbors soon began filing complaints, and community workers came to our house to urge my parents to clean up. "Mr. Fowler, your home is a serious fire hazard," one of them said. "And the smell is becoming unbearable…" However, my once-obsessively clean parents now seemed like they had lost their minds. Mom stood at the doorway with a broom raised in her hands. Her hair was a tangled mess, and her clothes were stained with dirt. "Get out! All of you, get out!" she screamed hysterically.

Even a kiss on the cheek, they won't give you as a parent because they're shy. So now, I want to treasure every moment I spend with them. The twins and most importantly, my parents. They're getting old too. I haven't accepted that the time will come when I wake up and no one will tell me, "You're awake, eat already." No one will say, "It's okay, everyone goes through problems, fight for life's challenges as much as possible," "Just go through the problem, it will go away on its own, just don't stay still because it will take a long time for you to move forward," "Nothing is easy in a relationship, everything has a price, just hold on," those are my parents' reminders to me that I will carry

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.

"You and Mom are really something, Dad. Aren't you worried that Raven's going to find out one day and beat you both up?" Mom and Dad didn't look like they cared. "Hah! We'll see if she even gets the chance to do that! "Your mom and I have already talked things through. We'll just pretend to be deathly ill sometime later. We'll say we're deeply in need of 700,000 dollars for the surgery. Then, we'll sell her off to Leroy Buckley, the village idiot. "And then, once we get the money, we'll go abroad for a vacation and then stage a deadly accident after coming back. It won't matter if she ever finds out about the truth then, because what right does a married woman have to her parents' inheritanc