Sam1's Depository

One day, there was a happy family. The couple had only one child, but they couldn't be any happier. Dad cherished his son so much that when he was in the crib, dad told him, "I'll never let something bad happen to you. I promise." Their only son was excellent in school. He learned very quickly, and he was great all around at school. Still, he enjoyed playing, like other children do. He helped at home with chores as well. He loved spending time with his family -- he's a good son. During his 12th birthday, a tragedy occurred when his mom died from a car accident. Both of them witness mom pass away in the hospital and the boy held his dad's hand tight. Dad looked down, and the boy looked up. They saw each of them crying. Then dad knelt and preciously hugged him. "I will never let something bad happen to you. I promise." he whispered to his son. From then on, everything turned sour. Their family slowly started to decay. And as time passed, the s...

When I was a child, my mom would always sing me her lullaby. It would always make me feel warm and cozy under my blanket. The stroke of her hand while singing would make any pain go away and it was her magic that never failed to make me fall asleep. Some kids like their bedtime stories. As for me, I just tug my mom while she's cooking or reading and tell her that I'm going to sleep. Mom would then put down whatever she's doing and both of us would go to my bedroom. Then I would listen to her lullaby. I love my mom's lullaby. It's one of a kind and it soothes me from the inside and out. One time, I did my very best hiding my face away from her, because I cried from her lullaby. Such love, such warmth, I thought she was truly one of a kind -- this is the love of my mother. Time passed and it was impossible to keep myself from growing up. I would no longer tug my mom for her lullaby. Instead, every night, my mom would go to my room, and sing me her lullaby while ...