Novel & Cerita A Mother's Love

Iba si Mama, dahil noon paman ay utak na ang ginamit niya. According to her, it's better to love a person who loves you more than you love more to that person who doesn't love you much. Huh, it doesn't make sense. It was not my cup of tea. Isang babae lang ang naalala ko sa salitang ito. Kumusta na kaya siya? Humakbang ako at nakasunod lang din si Mama sa likod ko. I didn't answer her. It's always the same. And she knows me. I don't give a damn shit about anything when it comes to marriage.

Aunt Laura gently held both of my hands, squeezing them with warmth and care. Her eyes were soft, filled with something heavy — grief, maybe guilt, or both. “Hija,” she said quietly, her voice trembling, “I hope you’ll not hate your mother. She loves you. So much, more than you’ll ever know.”

Motherhood is messy and staggeringly beautiful. It is overflowing with great joy, laughter, tenderness, and immeasurable responsibility. As mothers, we strive to make our families the heart of our day-to-day lives, and we redefine what it means to be tired, to be busy, to multitask with grace and patience. We love with our whole hearts and do everything in our power to give and give selflessly.

Nakakaramdam na naman si Ali na ang kasunod na tanong ay patungkol sa ama nito. “In order to feel the essence of love is to be with someone, whom you can feel uh, safe and calm and most importantly you feel loved.” Sagot ni Ali, pilit na pinapaintindi sa bata kung ano ang pag-ibig na matagal na niyang tinalikuran. “Like how Mama?” Tanong muli ng anak habang sinusuotan niya ito ng seat belt.

Pero sa sitwasyon na inabutan ng Mama niya tiyak na hindi iyon maniniwala na kaibigan n'ya lang si Art. "Bakit kasi hindi mo narinig na parating si Mama, akala ko ba malakas ang pandinig mo? Kainis naman eh!" nagpapadyak na aniya. "Ang ingay mo kasi! Ikaw na ang ginagamot ang arte-arte mo pa," inirapan siya ni Art bago nito ibinalik ang gatas sa ref. "Pananamantala iyon Art! You kissed me again without my permission!" katuwiran pa niya.

"Alex. I am your mother and you can tell me whatever you want. You can curse someone in fron of me. You can freely rant to me. I am your mother and I am not just someone in your life. You can tell me anything. Nahuli man akong tanggapin ang katotohanan tungkol sa pagkatao mo kung ikokompara sa daddy mo but I am still your mother and it will never change. Makikinig ako, anak. Nandito lang ako, anak." "She kissed me back when I tried to kissed her a while ago, mom. Hinalikan na n'ya ako pero bakit hindi n'ya ako kayang tulungan! Hindi ko naman hinihingi na ibigay n'ya sa kin lahat? Na mahalin n'ya rin ako agad-agad tulad ng pagmamahal ko sa kan'ya matagal na pero bakit hindi n'ya pa rin ako ma

Ikinuyom ko ang aking mga palad. Kapag nakatakas ako rito, I will burn you alive! Trust me! "Your mother is such a pathetic fool bitch. Do you agree? Ibinigay niya sa ‘kin lahat ng mana mo pati na rin ikaw." He laughed devilishly. My heart sank. The realization hit me. Again. My mother prefer love than her child. And it's the thing that makes me feel weak and worthless everytime I think about it. Ang kaninang luha na pinipigilan ko ay nag-uunahan na sa pagbagsak.

tanong niya kay Dreik. "No." mabilis na sagot ng bata. "But are you mad at mom?" "No." mabilis din na tugon niya. "I can never be mad at her. I love your mom, Dreik. I love her as much as I love you." Love is really a complicated thing for a young mind like his. Iyon na lamang ang naisip ni Dreik sa mga narinig niya buhat sa kan'yang ama. His dad loves his mother, and then his real father loves his mother as well, but whom does his mother love more between his dad and his real father?

she continued, her words a gentle caress, "and remember that I will always be with you, watching over you from above." "Embrace each moment, chase your dreams," she urged, her voice filled with warmth and encouragement, "and know that my love for you will never fade. "You are my greatest treasure," she concluded, her words a bittersweet melody, "and I am forever grateful for the gift of being your mother." With a final, loving gaze, the mother closed her eyes, her spirit at peace, leaving behind a legacy of love and a heart full of blessings for her cherished child.

Napakabuti ng nanay ko, wala akong masasabi dahil akala ko noon ay wala talaga nag-mamahal sa akin, pero mula ng malaman ko ang sakripisyo ni Mama, na nagagawa n`ya pa na ngumiti kahit na ang hirap ng sitwasyon ni Mama. My mom is a strong woman, kahit tinatapakan na s`ya ay hindi pa rin ito basta-basta sumusuko, dahil para sa amin ni Ate. Love can kill, my mother is a loving proof na hindi lahat ng pagtitiis ay maganda ang kakahinatnan, puwede nila tawagin na tanga si Mama at pagtawanan, pero kapag nalaman nila kung ano ang hirap na pinag daanan ni Mama, they will cry like a baby.