Aw, man. I’d just shot an angel in the face.I made my way into the foyer and sat down on the stairs. I glanced up at the big old grandfather clock. It was going on ten. My folks would be home soon.
“How was your evening, honey?”
“Killed an angel.”
“Well, isn’t that nice.”
That wasn’t happening. Daddy never liked guns in the first place, Mother just pretended to. I was so grounded.
Stichwörter: parents angels riley shotgun
No matter what the delusions are, parents do not really know their children
Manu JosephWhen parents neglect their responsibility to correct and discipline their children society suffers. The results are crimes and harm committed against others.
Ellen J. BarrierStichwörter: parents children responsibility correct
Both my parents are therapists, which means that I am really goddamned well adjusted.
John GreenStichwörter: parents therapists
Parents don’t know their children at all.
No one knows anyone, in fact.
Stichwörter: life parents children trust knowledge-of-people
My mum and dad had worked incredibly hard to afford me an education.
Benedict CumberbatchStichwörter: money education parents work mom dad
He died at the wrong time, when there was much to be clarified and established. They hadn’t even started to be grown-ups together. There was this piece of heaven, this little girl he’d carried around the shop on his shoulders; and then one day she was gone, replaced by a foreigner, an uncooperative woman he didn’t know how to speak to. Being so confused, so weak, so in love, he chose strength and drove her away from himself. The last years he spent wondering where she’d gone, and slowly came to realise that she would never return, and that the husband he’d chosen for her was an idiot.
Hanif KureishiStichwörter: parents regret father father-daughter
No matter how long it’s been or how far you’ve drifted, no matter how unknowable you might be, there were at least two people in the world whose job it was to see you, to find you, to recognize you and reel you back in. No matter what.
Jennifer E. SmithStichwörter: parents relationship
It would be autumn, and our fathers would be out threshing in the fields. We would walk through the mulberry groves, past the big loquat tree and the old lotus pond, where we used to catch tadpoles in the spring. Our dogs would come running up to us. Our neighbours would wave. Our mothers would be sitting by the well with their sleeves tied up, washing the evening's rice. And when they saw us they would just stand up and stare. "Little girl," they would say to us, "where in the world have you been?
Julie OtsukaStichwörter: parents home return
Can you taste it Bruce? Can you taste the filth, the dirt, the oily blackness of that fossil fuel in our mouth as you choke and gag and spit it out? Do you still hear his voice in your head urging you to eat? Eat, eat eat. Your mother's cries. Do you hear them? You should be Bruce. Because I know that it's never left you alone. Now you can eat what you want to eat. For me, for you, for all the others. Now you can consume to your heart's content or your soul's destruction, whichever comes first. So eat.
Irvine WelshStichwörter: parents food eating eat coal tapeworm
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