Novel & Cerita 親子の情

"I've learned my lesson! I'll never trust that software again! Please forgive me. Come back and live with me, alright? I won't favor anyone anymore. You're my only son. Whatever you want, I'll buy it for you. Okay?" Her eyes overflowed with tears. However, when she reached me, she grasped nothing but empty air. I sighed softly. Ignoring her desperate cries, I turned and walked away. A faint breeze drifted across the bedside. My notebook fell to the floor. It was the only thing she had kept of mine. Inside, she had written countless confessions. [I will never show favoritism again. My good son… Will you still be my child in the next life? I promise I'll be a good mother.]

Her eyes welled up with tears and Sophia sneered “You're not my mother, I don't see you as one. I didn't suckle your breast,you didn't raise me, I feel no connection with you. I just woke up one day and was told you are my mother. When you had a second chance, you blew it up because of hatred and resentment towards me. I thought I was Dekunle and yours, but I was wrong. Real parents are not simply by blood and resemblance, it's more of a love bond. Besides your egg being fertilised, what else have you done to keep me alive?

(You are giving unfound logics just to satiate your desire with my body, Do you realize, my vagina that you want to exploit and insult is the reason of your being in this world. Amma maa aur bête ka pyar hi nisswarth hota hai, sambhog to premiyon ke prem ki parakashtha hai. Phir maa bête ke bich yadi ho to burai kyon hai. Putra to maa ke shareer se hi bana hai phir wohi shareer aprapya kyun hai.'(Only love that is selfless in this world is the one between mother & son. Making love is the epitome of affection between two people then why it is sin if happens between a mother and son. Son is formed from mother's body itself, then why it is untouchable to him).

The touch sent a jolt of electricity through my veins, reaffirming the bonds of love that had been tested but never truly broken. In that intimate moment, time seemed to stand still. Our eyes locked, and the unspoken words danced between us, for there was no need for spoken reassurances. We had a shared history, a love that had stood the test of time and circumstances. It was a rare and precious connection that could never be replicated. Silently, our sons' laughter echoed from another room, seemingly unaware of the immense love being rekindled in their parents' hearts. It was a sound that filled our souls with warmth and joy, a reminder of the family we had become and were destined to be.

in his sweet voice. I crouched down, my gaze tracing his features, and hugged him tightly. "Billy, Mommy loves you."

he tells me whilst looking down at Lora. His eye full with the same love I feel for Arlo. A strong and significant love that is nothing like any love we’ve ever experienced. A love that belongs to that of a parent and a child. It’s unfathomable, unexplainable. It’s nature at its very finest. A bond created through genetic ties that prevents us from feeling anything but love and acceptance. And it’s humbling to watch Khai feel the same about his child as I do my child.

It was a validation of their love, a tangible connection that solidified their unbreakable bond as a family. As they held each other, their tears mingling, a sense of wonder washed over them. They marveled at the sheer power of love, which had defied the odds and brought them to this extraordinary moment. Their journey had been fraught with uncertainty and obstacles, but their love had triumphed, leading them to this profound realization. In the days that followed, their home became a haven of tenderness and adoration. They reveled in the joy of parenthood, cherishing each precious moment with their child. Every milestone, from the first smile to the first steps, was celebrated with overflow

It was the kind of support that Hades and his mom weren’t used to, and I could see it in the way they both tried to refuse, though their gratitude shone through. His mom was quiet, clutching her purse tightly, and it was hard not to notice how fragile she seemed. She thanked Dad several times, her voice trembling, and I felt a pang in my chest as I thought of my own mom. I wondered if she would’ve done the same for someone in need. When everything was in place, Dad glanced at me and nodded, signaling it was time for us to leave. "We’ll give them time to settle in,” he said. I turned to Hades, unsure of how to say goodbye. The moment felt so… final. Like this was another step forward, another

Their relationship is a tapestry of shared experiences, laughter, and meaningful conversations. The love between a father and his daughter is a precious gift, a timeless connection that weaves its way through the tapestry of life. It's a love that endures, transcending generations and continuing to influence her, even as she grows into her own. This love is a testament to the beauty of family bonds, a love that enriches and nourishes the human soul.