Fading: My Daughter I Have But Never Had

Fading

My Daughter I Have But Never Had

Juanavoni Gomeico

ISBN 978-1-63784-418-2 (paperback)

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Copyright © 2024 by Juanavoni Gomeico

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Table of Contents

Chapter 1

The Artificial

Chapter 2

The Progeny

Chapter 3

Intruders

Chapter 4

Fiend (The Demon)

Chapter 5

The Combination of Rum Punch

Chapter 6

New Beginnings, Straight Off the Assembling Line

Chapter 7

Tommy and Fogo's Evil Personified

Chapter 8

Skippy

Chapter 9

But Fogo

Chapter 10

Suspension

Chapter 11

The Most Potent Entity Exists on Planet Earth

Chapter 12

Caught in Complete Devotion

Chapter 13

Trunkie and Snakie

Chapter 14

The Woman (Nea Gynaika)

Chapter 15

The Man (Andras)

Chapter 16

Permissions from Silence Made Snakie and Trunkie Founder

Chapter 17

Solomon 3: I Longed for My Lover

Chapter 18

Blood Rush Like a Boiling Point Surpasses

Chapter 19

Stepdad Developed Deadly Rage and Jealousy

Chapter 20

Love Blooms, Trouble Escalates

Chapter 21

Disappointment

Chapter 22

Utilizing Some of His Hidden Talents

Chapter 23

The Recognizable Figure

Chapter 24

Aphorism (It All Begins Here)

Chapter 25

The Stab!

Chapter 26

Another Tough Blow

Chapter 27

The Start Over

Chapter 28

Reunion

Chapter 29

Always Freelance, Never a Receptionist

Chapter 30

The Job

Chapter 31

Rumors

Chapter 32

The Dot

Chapter 33

The Scorpion

Chapter 34

The Plan Backfired

Chapter 35

Males Sometimes Never See Farther Than Their Feet

Chapter 36

His New Run

Chapter 37

Never Felt Love

Chapter 38

Colossal Trunk for the Individual Proven Pointless to Move On

Chapter 39

The Bump

Chapter 40

Not February

Chapter 41

Complications

Chapter 42

Getting the Real Thing

Chapter 43

Fefei Fealphena

Chapter 44

What He Held as His Heights Position

Chapter 45

A Reflection of the Power of Life

Chapter 46

The Moments

Chapter 47

Divergence of Real Love (Mom)

Chapter 48

The Acquaintance

Chapter 49

Her Lascivious Body Gracefully Slugs onto Top

Chapter 50

Likes and Dislikes

Chapter 51

Skippy Can't Be Found

Chapter 52

The Castle of Magnificence

Chapter 53

Artificial

Chapter 54

Broken Brutes Entrapped by Galvanic

Chapter 55

What No One Can Control

Chapter 56

Megan Shook the Structure

Chapter 57

Sealing the Space and Bridging the Gap

Chapter 58

Mother

Chapter 59

The New Age Development

Chapter 60

Father

Chapter 61

Precision Is the Guiding Light

Chapter 62

The Dream Came Forcibly and Clearly

Chapter 63

He Could Never Give Up on Them

Chapter 64

Love for Children

Chapter 65

His Charm

Chapter 66

Rest or Resist

Chapter 67

It Is Not Valid

Chapter 68

Reconnection Reunion

Chapter 69

The Thing that Rocks His Mind

Chapter 70

Finding Skippy and Family

Chapter 71

Without a Trace

Chapter 72

Big! Big One!

Chapter 73

Here Comes Feferi

Chapter 74

The Reunion

Chapter 75

You Can Get It If You Want

Chapter 76

The Excellent Actor

Chapter 77

An Atmosphere of Genuine Inner Peace

Chapter 78

Anxiety Made the Impossible Unfeasible

Chapter 79

Fathers Are Especially Needed in Exasperating Times

Chapter 80

Father and Daughters

Chapter 81

A Different Development of War or Confusion

Chapter 82

Eyes Foreclosure

Chapter 83

This Means Freedom and All

Chapter 84

Wishing I Was Not Born

Chapter 85

But Providence Had Its Way

Chapter 86

She Could Not Contain Herself

Chapter 87

A Certificate of Hurt

Chapter 88

The Fox Never Gives Time to Die

Chapter 89

Straitjacket/Flashbacks

Chapter 90

But Favoritism and Reflection

Chapter 91

What Challenging Danger and Devastation

Chapter 92

Another Kind of Heartache, No Endings

Chapter 93

Fair Scheming Factor to Rest, Ultimately

Chapter 94

Seen as the Enemy

Chapter 95

Interesting Saga

Chapter 96

Their Maty

Chapter 97

Funny to Think

Chapter 98

Control

Chapter 99

Suicide

Chapter 100

Strong Determination and High Hopes

Chapter 101

Ungratefulness a Curse

Chapter 102

A New Turn

Chapter 103

The Nerves

Chapter 104

Like the Venom of a Spider

Chapter 105

Never Escaped the Tiger's Paws

Chapter 106

Fest to Go Home Is Dreadful

Chapter 107

Tuki

Chapter 108

Contrasting Parenthood

Chapter 109

Speed, Concentration, and Care

Chapter 110

Taking, Using, and Throwing Away

Chapter 111

The Flow of Muddy, Dirty Water

Chapter 112

It Just Gets Muddier

Chapter 113

Don't Run; Stop Reverting

Chapter 114

The Innocent Had to Suffer

Chapter 115

You Don't Know What You Are Missing

Chapter 116

The Grown-Up, the Gruppy

Chapter 117

Felt Suckered into a Spasm of Slavery

Chapter 118

Life Left Without Surprises and Twirled by the Wind

Chapter 119

Nothing Dissuades Him

Chapter 120

Tuki Rough

Chapter 121

This Saga that Shocks Doctors

Chapter 122

Hitting Rock Bottom

Chapter 123

Questions Not Answered Became More Explicit

Chapter 124

With Every Passing Moment

Chapter 125

The Past Catches Up

Chapter 126

Soothing Under a Cool Spot

Chapter 127

Without a Single Trace of Seeing Skippy

Chapter 128

Skippy Knows How to Change It in a Jiffy Skillfully

Chapter 129

Crucibles Are Unbearable

Chapter 130

After the Drag

Chapter 131

Search and Found

Chapter 132

Questions Mounted but Blocked In by Mirages of Clouds

About the Author

Chapter 1

The Artificial

This is a true story with fictional characters.

Happiness makes the mind ecstatically grumble, love makes the heart blissfully race, sadness makes the human mind mutter, and passion makes his shake. A quick, cool breeze flows through and ruptures an avenue of change in the atmosphere. Understanding and knowing the feeling of real, authentic love can be long-lasting, strange, mysterious, intriguing, enthusiastic, happy, perfect, constructive, and comforting. On the other hand, it can be disastrous, disgusting, disgraceful, distasteful, stressful, hurtful, weary, scary, and more.

Healthy youths are flabbergasted, lambasted, or criticized for their involvement in these extraordinary change measures. Yet having a friend, girlfriend, or boyfriend at an early age is not a strange phenomenon. On the contrary, it shows character, mobility, passion, pride, and strength and grins at more contrastive manipulations for future resilience.

A quick assessment from early childhood proved that all were born equipped with the universal abilities to manipulate different attractions to gain admiration or love. Faces plastered stately with a distinctive portrait ready to embrace an admirer, an outstanding suitor, and a receptive heart: a welcoming voice, a heartbeat of exchange of same bioidentical similar interests.

The outcome can be devastating and ugly or tremendously beautiful. It takes moments before the suitor comes along to constrain, sustain, complete, and vouge to bridge the gap grill by neglect by parents, families, friends, and the social environments. Hence, academic and social components like schools, colleges, universities, and workplaces provide them with the antidotes ready to transform lives.

On these bases, a confirmation drafted the peripheral that early school training provides the negotiating paradigms that a strategic, careful program for young lives prepares them to deal with their future success. They express an escalade of laughter, sadness, anger, and joy.

Finally, they must ponder the questions of hope and grandeur for a great future—one crucial reason for writing this book with a sense of non-deprecated prejudice.

Now, divulge your attention into turning these pages to leverage your spirits! Transform your horizon and establish a safe platform of understanding for changes. One has to wonder what a typical day is like again.

So what takes center stage in society? An opaque appestat; people spent regular days traversing over current happening. It is frequently signaled by the sirens of police, ambulances, and phones; or by overhearing the devastating, critical voices on the news, by a passerby, by gossiping; or by the overwhelming outrage on social media, like Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram.

Today the streets of the city wrench and groin by the bleeding blood of another human. The earth groans in travail over the sounding of wars or the smoking thereof, drenched with the mass shooting in churches, schools, grocery stores, trains, and everywhere that is infested or infiltrated—drenched by the dense disgraceful disfiguration of the deterioration in society.

Or what is more enticing? A contriving lovers' hearts wrenched by an extravaganza of erotic tantalizing emotions, culminated by a shockwave explosion. They walked the lonely streets between fluffy trees and darkness hovering around them. He dragged her closer to the side of the shrubs; they kissed passionately. She reciprocally evoked each moment with an erotic sense of parade, meanwhile enthusiastically tabulating his fingers in her hot gelatin, jelly, aspic space of moistness, imminently caressing her hard, thick lower cheek, and proceeding to tear her black cotton undies aside, punching holes, ripping it in two parts as his ill-experienced body displayed an intense contraction with uncontrollable movements. He flirtatiously slid on an old rubber kept in his pocket for emergency; nervously he trembled to slip inside a rhapsody of ecstasy.

They were stunned by what seemed to gust their exhausted minds in an exosphere of relief. He expresses his split share of acceptance of love in shame, shock, and fear.

And she was plagued by consistent pressure for intercourse from her stepdad, who made many attempts to take her virginity but failed at every act. His repetitive failure forced drastic action against his stepfather, who became outrageously mad stricken and forced her mother to take her away from his house.

The news broke that she returned home for a short visit, and he took advantage of the opportunity and divulged into the avenue of relief. But not many people get shuddering pregnancy announcements that will ramp up disgrace from parents, status, church, and social perspectives. Evitable, this news will not help his contracting situation. That will stab deep holes in Tommy's earlobes in shockwaves and disappointment. What will he tell his mother? She will kill him, literally, in one stroke. He is the hope for the impending future.

Shocking news went first, at lightning speed, like wildfires, always spreading rapidly. Accidents and tragedies never warn, give notice, or make announcements; however, when the news spreads, you bet it sounds a hundred times different from the original.

For instance, the unexpected intrusion of a small child came with the outrage of devastating, disturbing news. Despondent, broken, fearful minds were ravished when the devotional exercise exploded because of this sad news. Everyone heard that explosion, but tottering and wobbling went without knowing what had transpired. At the same time, they inquired reverently to bring normalcy to the raucous, trident interruption. The elements of the surroundings melt when they ably settle their noisomeness of fears that it might be one of their peers or someone they knew who got smacked and squelched in that tragedy.

Rumors rend the small city with different versions of the truth. The tale rumor says everyone died. Others, parents, and children fear death. Confusion is wrong everywhere; such a tragedy of this kind has never been an experience by anyone in the city. Instead, they were leaving outrage and mayhem floating around.

But further investigations related the scenario perfectly: a truck slammed lethal into a taxi, killing two passengers. One was a student from the school; the other commuter worked with the hospital. Meanwhile, the others were rushed into the emergency room in a critical position. A child from the neighboring school also received head injuries and a broken arm, battling for life.

While their hearts throb nervously, a struck fear grabbed everyone's attention. A wrenching toll took strongholds and associated them with the situation, forcing everyone to introspect their thinking; either way, this could happen to them. An accident has no respect for the person.

With damage control inching in from everywhere, representatives from the emergency and public sectors administered counseling and assistance to traumatized children and, of course, the suspension of all classes for the rest of the week.

Licensed therapists from the resources and virtual therapy center provided counseling and psychological services. Hundreds of students unexpectedly turned out and reported for class attendance. The school took advantage of the ensuing situation to perform these subsequent operations. As they attended classes, the staff prepared to care patiently and administered strict counseling guidelines to those traumatized by the incident. The principal and staff reiterated that this would take a miracle plus adequate time to erase the pain, bringing back a semblance of normalcy to all the neighboring schools in the city.

However, as darkness mounted over the country and present times of the grief-stricken, the professionals who were initiative-taking and experienced aid in indistinguishable situations assisted in mobilizing school lives for continuity. A complete transformation of professional counseling and damage control would be entirely accepted, especially by students in the same class; however, no one could accurately predict the outcome.

Two weeks after that dreaded terrible accident, there was the fear that normalcy was nowhere closer than from the beginning. The projection they drafted was to continue therapy counseling sessions longer than expected. But instead, the children received counseling as social workers and health ministries required.

In one of those fearful devotional exercises, the principal, Ms. Lopez, walked in with a child, dressed like a baby doll in a peach dress, with pink trimmings and blue cuffs close to the end of her hands. Her dress and hair suggested she emerged from another country, explaining the sudden interest and attention as every eye fastened its gaze. Everyone just eagerly awaited the announcement of her arrival. Immediately someone whispered loudly enough that she was a replacement.

The most graceful, gorgeous, lustrous, beautiful diadem of a creature ever seen. The children gazed in amazement at this sight of astonishment. What a splash? By beholding at first glance, anticipating having a fuller, transparent graze of grace and splendor, Wow! Mind-boggling, just delightful. Who is that? Where did she come from? Heart beating fast, eyes open wide, hands sweating, nervous, fingers itching and touching, voice changing, as the faces of the boys turned red in admiration and grandeur.

Judging by the boy's expression, she could not determine whether she was elevated or terminated. Sometimes her eyes were wide open, steering in the distance, guessing how long before the drama of this nightmare was over. Blushing by the gazing, the steady, steadfast staring, she shuttled slowly in her chair, with her head ducked down on top of the table as if something special had been written or engraved.

She thought they might see a ghost or native beaming from outer space or something! Was this a dream? Feeling terrible, she hated everything around her without acknowledging everything happening in that tiny space. She already disliked this class and its contents, so she decided to find a new school.

What's the heck? There was nothing to lose as she helplessly pinched her leg. While the current of fresh blood rushed to her brain, awakened by the reality of fears, she felt for the very first time in her life. She felty-ty-tee-fleetly jiggled her legs side to side in opposite directions.

She wondered, Now, this is how it feels to be a queen?

She remised on a story she read and gave a great picture of Queen Britney landing on a newfound island. The entire garden greeted her, fairies, butterflies, colored flies, beetles, fireflies, and other creatures floating around.

The white coral sand was adorned with shells, stones, and a deep blue sky, and the waft breezes just fitting, backdrop by palm trees and coconut trees of different shapes and sizes. Surprised to see the soft green grass as a beautiful magic carpet. There were other magnificent colored trees on the painted landscapes. The sun shined in its brilliance but shaded not a single drop of heat.

The principal aroused Skippy and introduced her after finishing speaking to the teacher. You could hear a pin drop when she went back to her office.

There she was, feeling awkward and enchanted in this strange place. It took Skippy a great time to settle down after such an admission.

The sticky gloom, nonchalant in a dark room of fear and sadness, obscured her mind, making learning impossible for today. She felt melancholy, cloudy, and helpless while her entire living being was raptured and captured, helplessly taken to a different horizon. Little did she know, two spectacles of peepers were steering speechless toward her. With one glance around the classroom, her two eyes made four with Tommy, who did not realize his mind eyes' intrusion. This made concentration useless, aiding his constant fear of likes, making him more vulnerable to dislikes, or controlling his gaze, capturing her fringing vulnerability attention.

Chapter 2

The Progeny

By this time, he was such a sensitive, noncaring character who hated the classroom and everything associated with this. His philosophy was that it hardly made sense to go to school; it was just a routine that children followed their parents' commands. Given a choice, one would find him on the playfield, saturated by a game of football, cricket, basketball, or rugby, to name a few. After playing with the girls, tennis was by far the most enjoyable time for him. Interestingly, he usually did excel in everything he participated in, whether good or bad.

Not sitting in front of children nor standing before teachers writing on the chalkboard or the wall—it made no difference. He was just a strange kid with strange behavior that he adopted early on. However, his father told him not to willingly turn his back on anyone since no one knew who the enemy was.

He was keen on seeing and knowing when beauty appeared. Tommy also knew his situation. He was the boss kid, the most popular student in the school. He told himself no one dared to challenge him. No challenge existed, giving him a keen sense of humor that could hinder his capturing her full attention.

Speaking straightforwardly about situations affecting him brought him much trouble all through life. Sensitive enough to realize each of the teachers' routines and demeanor, their reactions toward him that, if given a chance, they wouldn't mind not having him in their classes. Their preference for children was another issue that got his undaunted attention. He was just no fool to know what school was all about but academics, and hence, his lack of interest. Also, the bitter prize he paid for his susceptibility and every silly mistake he made. Yet even though despaired, he hungered for someone to understand him and come to his rescue.

The phobia of darkness and being shut up in a small space made him disparaged and bewildered. A position, clamped style, triggered a response that was just the opposite of what they expected of children at this stage. He understood all this and made himself available for any interventions. So with the door open, he left his vulnerability up to every sort of intruder. A turf on which he set parameters and a platform to protect himself. But he was sometimes falling short.

Tommy Even was hypersensitive, passionate, and sometimes reluctant to do any work. Yet he yearned for any new challenges both his peers and teachers would oblige to bring. He didn't fear anyone nor take on different victims, views, compasses, and dashboards.

A different girl might be the kickoff, the machinery to give him a marching order of change. Sometimes a new antidote, a new starter, a rub with a piece of sandpaper, or a change of oil, might be the stimuli to get a rusty engine running again.

I didn't take note of his keen technique and weird abilities that were running slimly on every track—just anticipating someone to catch onto his capabilities and get it focusing on moving in the right direction.

Prudence never engaged teachers, but this time it was incumbent on them to think wisely about skipping class with brilliant children, regardless of age, to move them quickly from class to class. This old thinking from the era restricted and clamped the minds of many gifted children's style, progress, and future. Instead, they opted for him to continue another year in the present grade five.

They were challenges for the teachers to get from one lesson to the other because some students were coming slowly behind. Meanwhile, others were fighting to keep up with his pace. Finally, he realized the teachers' insensitive, nonchalant behavior in restricting him as a sacrifice for the log behind.

Homeschool setting the stage for the first four years. However, preparing for a full jump start enabled Tommy to skip two classes by the second year, readying him to follow that trend and stay ahead of his peers, potentially landing him straight into university.

An A student by nature, with natural abilities to throw high grades from his storehouse to paper (brain to paper) without studying for a test, the boy wasted much time giving nothing but trouble. He could swing from outdoors, coming from a football match or running a race—hot, tired, and sweaty—but this would not deter his ability to finish an exam in a snap of the moment. A mark of greatness stamped his mainline prospect to the hall of fame, yet he needed a complete academic understanding of his capabilities. Leaving him the choice was detrimental. He saw school as fun, a joke, and a waste of time.

He could give the correct answers before teachers could finish a problem on the chalkboard. Mathematics, physics, and the sciences were his favorite subjects, and it was just a phenomenon seeing the initial interest and enthusiasm Tommy placed in all these subjects.

Why keep him back? Irrespective of his age or movements, they should allow him to move progressively according to his abilities. Teachers should be like a spotlight, a searchlight that could detect a progeny and mobilize the necessary facilities for children's great climactic future.

Inconsistently, children were relegated innocuously and deprived every day. This inconsistency has been around for decades and is one of the contributors to changes in young lives. It is incumbent on teachers to be aware of children's competence of special abilities, then make the necessary assessment and arrangements, making them competitive and marketable to be ready for the new world. A failure to accomplish these results marks chaos, confusion, madness, unruly behavior, and lazy children. Tommy was placed on the receiving end of some if not all, or more of the above, yet no other way of remission or redemption was in sight.

Chapter 3

Intruders

The inception of a downward spiral movement was a direct fulfillment of sadness and gloom precipitated. The boy dwindled quickly away. His disabling, unseemly behavior, including playing tricks, bullying, telling funny tales, terrorizing, and driving fears in everyone, became a hobby that remained with him for a long time. Tommy developed the mind machinery to give jokes, anything that could draw people's attention. He could imaginatively coin impromptu tricks, captivating anyone. Interestingly and fascinatingly, he could find actual funny story jokes to match any situation.

One of those true stories he told was his ordinance of madmen playing games in their asylum home. Enthusiastically, the madmen gathered in small daily groups, with sets of tricks or contests of entertainment clashes that raptured the park into an exuberance shock wave of shouting reechoing down into the valleys over the hills.

The roaring rolling sounds of cheer and laughter reverberated long distances in the neighboring communities. Of course, those living in that town knew about the loud noise and commotion consequences. However, whosoever allowed the deception to capture their attention got drafted away, mesmerized and intrigued to investigate.

Hmm. Interestingly enough, there were the right people who found themselves drifting away into investigating scenarios not relating to them. The wrong person could find themselves in the wrong place at the right time. Notice the use of the word right.

These were critics, hypocrites, inquisitive, and those who spent most of their time in the rumor mills—going off to find information to elaborate, deliberately making trouble wrongly. Unfortunately, some went on their extravaganza this day, going about their business. While getting by, they heard the outburst of loud noises matching the commotions over the fence and decided to investigate the matter.

The inmate's mindset attentively manipulated the movement masterminded by their leader to deceive anyone dear to keep an eye on their business. Do not dare to look over their fence. So the maniacs deliberately punched a hole in the concealed wall for their severance. Intruders disseminate, at their perils, the potential of losing an eye. However, diversion did not stop some indiscrete, inquisitive, displaced, corrupted, careless minds from meddling in the investigation. So they searched to find ways to investigate what was happening through that convenient hole. Then they stuck an eye (by looking through the hole) at the peephole with great interest. Just to get a big surprise when…

Suddenly a big shock and then darkness spread rapidly into one eye.

Then in one accord, the inmates shook the air with a big shout,

beatin' drums on the fence or tables,

anything in hand reach, plus other noise-making tools

brought into the performance. Excruciating pain, coupled with tears, encircled the space around the victim's face.

Escalated into a big shout, powered by laughter; noise opens into the open skies.

Hahaha!

Hahaha!

Hahaha!

As the last individual passed and centered one eye on the peephole.

Listen to their song.

Yea! Yea! Yes! Yes!

Another eye got plucked!

Another one bites the dust!

Then the laughter and shouts again erupted

into open space as the men got ready to punish their next victim.

One after the other, they taunted out loudly,

Hahaha!

Hahaha!

Louder and louder, they shout!

Hahaha! Hahaha!

Another one bites the dust!

Never mind, just come again!

Slowly from twenty!

Twenty-one!

Twenty-four!

Twenty-six!

Twenty-seven!

Twenty-eight!

And another one

is gone!

Another one bites the dust.

Echoed by these men daily as they waited by the side of the fence. The activity to pluck eyes itinerary is set on their plates every day. And every day, people of interest, not knowing the present situation, receive their pay without knowing. An intruder heard the excitement and centered an eye on that spot. Again, they shouted, Twenty-nine, confirming that twenty-nine people had an eye plucked.

A bulldozer would be challenged to remove Tommy's hilarious and, most times, abrasive, aggressive, rude, prickly, disgusting behavior. But nothing happened before time. Evidence of his change eminently became present and open before your eyes. No boisterous, overemphasized, hostile, belligerent, destructive person or behavior stays forever. The right person and suitable instruments in the right environments are proportionately applied to bring about tremendous change.

Skippy was just the antidote to synchronize the elements and soften the surface. In the spur of the moment, Tommy saw his future masquerading in his head. A new world of fun and laughter popped up. A brute beast, a coyote, a cunning fox, analyzing this rotten person he was. It didn't sit well with him. That fairy queen, a little bit of space, seated before him. But can good and evil ever agree on anything? What a plain contrastive scenario eased the tension in his mind that he might be able to pull this off. None of his past behavior ever failed him before. So Tommy decided, if possible, an opening, his chance to be good. But, of course, a lousy kid can be good. But is that possible?

Can a dirty stream run clean?

Chapter 4

Fiend (The Demon)

Before this extraordinary entrance, Tommy was troubled; he was a constant obstacle to teachers or found torturing his peers. On one occasion, the homeroom teacher left the classroom for a few minutes. Then between five to ten minutes, she returned to complete silence… Everyone appeared to be sleeping.

What's happening?