Found 100 results for "Parent and adult child in fiction"
by Roald Dahl
Ce Vieux monsieur et cette vieille dame sont les parents de Mr. Bucket.
by William Shakespeare
[Enter two Sentinels first, Francisco, who paces up and down at his post; then Bernardo, who approaches him.]
by Roald Dahl
WHEN I WAS four months old, my mother died suddenly and my father was left to look after me all by himself.
by Eoin Colfer
HO Chi Minh City in the summer. Sweltering by anyone's standards. Needless to say, Artemis Fowl would not have been will...
by Danielle Steel
THE air was so still in the brilliant summer sun that you could hear the birds, and every sound for miles, as Sarah sat ...
by Jonathan Franzen
The madness of an autumn prairie cold front coming through.
by Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings
Her name was Lana, and she came to the ranch house like the doe-eyed orphan she was, cradled in the boss's arms minutes ...
by William Faulkner
Jewel and I come up from the field, following the path in single file.
by Jodi Picoult
WHEN I WAS LITTLE, the great mystery to me wasn't <i>how</i> babies were made, but <i>why</i>.
by R. J. Palacio
Médicos vieram de cidades distantes só para me ver, parados ao lado da minha cama sem acreditar.
by Jeannette Walls
I WAS SITTING IN a taxi, wondering if I had overdressed for the evening, when I looked out the window and saw Mom rootin...
by Anne Tyler
Al borde de la muerte Perla Tull tuvo una extrana ocurrencia.
by Harlan Coben
Marianne nursed her third shot of Cuervo, marveling at her endless capacity to destroy any good in her pathetic life, wh...