A Mother's Love Novels & Stories

Hindi na ako nakasagot at niyakap ko nalang siya. "Thank you.. thank you Tita.." Indeed, a mother's love is the purest kind of love you will ever find on Earth, it is the most soothing and the most comforting, irreplaceable and the most supreme love. **

“ This painting reminds us that a mother's love is a sanctuary, a place where even the smallest soul feels infinite. It speaks to the power of presence, the healing touch of affection, and the quiet strength of being seen and cherished. In every shimmer and swirl, it says: "You are safe. You are loved. You are home." You even took this art? Tanong ng isip ni Chlorothea habang nakatingin sa painting. Even in the depths of her mother’s pain and loneliness, love was the one thing she never let go of.

Madalas kasi nitong sabihin, hindi man nila kayang tumbasan ang yaman ng ama ng baby niya, kaya naman nitong gawing maalwan ang buhay ng apo nito. Sa bawat beses na naririnig niya itong nangangarap para sa hindi pa isinisilang na apo, kinukuyumos ang puso niya sa magkahalong tuwa at hiya. Ang pagmamahal nito ay mas higit pa kaysa sa kung sinuman ang inang walang pusong nag-iwan sa kanya kay Mommy Minerva. Ito ang nakagisnan niyang ina, isa sa mga taong nagparamdam sa kanya ng pagmamahal. Hindi nito itinago na ampon siya pero minahal siya nito ng tunay.

Because love makes you good. Beauty is simply reality seen with the eyes of love. If we look at the world with a love of life, the world will reveal it's beauty to us. There's no love greater than mother's love, and there's no greater sacrifice than father does for kids. Which sacrifice is one of the components of love. Napangiti na lamang ako sa Elder. “Shall I arrange your dinner date?” “Tsk. baka maka-istorbo pa tayo sa dalawa.”

“Hindi ko… hindi ko alam kung kaya ko.” “Kaya mo,” he assured, reaching out, covering her hand with his. “For our son. For his happiness. He loves her, Divine. Sobra. And if you love him, then maybe… maybe it’s time you learn to love her too. Or at least, let her be.” At last, the tears fell, streaming freely down her face. Divine had always been the proud matriarch, the woman who never faltered. But in that moment, she was just a mother

nauutal at paos kong pagkukuwento habang nakangiti. His amber eyes twinkled in delight. “Your mother really loved you so much. . .” Masayang tumango ako. “M-Mahal na mahal ko rin po si Mama ko. H-Hanggang sa huling sandali ay hindi po niya nalilimutang iparamdam sa akin kung gaano po niya ako kamahal at sinusuportahan sa lahat ng mga gusto ko po kahit na isa po siyang single mom. . . S-Sobrang suwerte ko po na siya ang aking ina at sobrang mahal na mahal ko po siya. . .”

His expression was one of gentle adoration, his love and affection for her daughter evident in his every feature. 'Siguro mahilig lang siya sa mga bata,' giit ng isip niya. "Of course, she needs you, a mother's love is paramount to a baby's development, and breast milk provides the best nutrition," wika nito. Hindi niya alam kung bakit lihim siyang napangiti. Hindi na siya kumibo.

Ngumiti ito nang makita ako. "So ano iyon, Ma?" pangungulit ko pa kay mama habang tinitikman ang luto niya. "Your power's weakness?" she asked. “Yes!” excited kong tugon. Tumayo ito at kumuha ng tinidor, tinikman ang kanyang ginagawa. She gulped the food smoothly and then she looked at me. “Love. No matter how powerful the brain, it will surely contain and tame by love. And you can do nothing about it,” she answered.

wika ni Kuya Colm na napapailing pa. Kuya Colm's mother is the best. Halos linggo-linggo niya ako kinukumusta at minsan ay pinadadalhan niya ako ng mga niluluto niyang pagkain at pastries na siya mismo ang nagbebake. Hindi ko rin tuloy maiwasan na mamiss si Mommy. Kung paano niya ako alagaan noon at ang masasarap niyang mga luto.

“My mother was the kindest person I know. Mapagmahal siyang ina at asawa, mahal na mahal niya ang demonyong lalaking iyon. Hangga’t kaya niyang ibigay ay binibigay ni Mommy. Kahit pa agaisnt noon ang lola sa pagmamahalan niya ay pinagpilitan ni Mommy dahil mahal na mahal niya ang lalaking iyon.” Napahagulgol si Yvee, naninikip ang dibdib niya habang inaaalala kung gaano kasaya ang mommy niya sa tuwing kinukwento ang patungkol sa relasyon nila ni Edwin noon. “Ang lalaking minahal niya, ay ang lalaking pumatay rin sa kaniyang. My mother loved him—kahit na may iba itong babae ay minahal pa rin siya ni mom. Kaya paano niya nagawang saktan at patayin ang babaeng walang ibang ginawa kung hindi ang