Novel & Cerita Abdl Mommy Stories

They all smiled at how she said it to me. “I bet Mommy’s a good doctor,” Dr. Green smiled gently at me again. “Did you know how she helped Daddy when Grandpa fainted?” She nodded. “Grandpa told us that story. My Mommy’s brave and smart.” “And she’s beautiful and strong,” added Lyra Helene. “She’s the best mom in the whoooole woooorld!”

I bought a house, got a cat, learned to invest, and finally bought the clothes I liked. I thought I had completely cut myself off from my family. However, ten years later, an unknown number shattered my peace. "Emily, it's me, Arnold. Mom had a stroke and is still in the ICU. The doctor says we need a hundred thousand dollars. Emily, you know I'm not working, and Mom put all the family's savings into some investment that went bust." "I see," I replied flatly. "'I see'? That's all you have to say? She's our mother! Do you have any conscience at all?"

Every strike from Mom was harder than the previous one. "Go ahead and stuff yourself as much as you can! I'll demolish you, you fat, greedy pig! I'll rid you of all your unwanted flesh!" Abigail was too heavy to dodge in time. She could only cover her head and scream, "Stop, Mom! Stop! It's me, Abigail…" "No, you're a pig. You're a goddamn pig!" Mom had completely lost touch with reality. The doctors rushed in and sedated her.

Agnes spoke in a trembling voice. I was nodding my head, continuously. After a while, Jea pulled us together and I was able to stand. It was the most awful experience as I was sucking out my own fetus, with my own hands. I hoped no mother would face this situation, ever. While all of this was unfolding, my mind was still directed to Jean. He's struggling. He's dancing on the fence to the melody that is calling him to rest in peace and the chaotic noise and screams pleading him to live.

Ivy My mum's name is Ava. She was young when she ran. Pregnant with me, scared, and convinced everyone back home had turned their backs. That's the story she gave me on her good days. On bad days she didn't talk at all, just drank until she passed out. We moved around a lot in the beginning. Cheap flats, sometimes shelters when things got really tight. I learned early how to stretch a pack of pasta for three days. How to lie to teachers about why Mum wasn't at parents' evening. How to rock Jadenne to sleep while pretending I wasn't terrified.

"Oh, sweetheart, tonight is a little different. Your mommy is going to be on a very important TV show, and we should watch her." "But will we still watch our movie after?" Xander chimed in, his small hand tugging at David's sleeve. "Yes, buddy," David confirmed, ruffling Xander's hair affectionately. "As soon as Mommy finishes her TV talk, we'll start our movie night. I promise." "Will Mommy tell a story on TV?" Bella questioned, her face a picture of curiosity. David paused, considering how to explain it to his young children. "She'll talk about her life, sweetie. Things she's done, places she's been, kind of like when she tells you bedtime stories, but these will be stories about Mommy."

She was sitting on my lap, drinking from a bottle, while I told her stories about her fierce, beautiful mother. The moment Jesse stepped into the room and caught sight of us, her expression softened. I smiled at her. ‘She’s promising to be good now.’ ‘Of course she is… for you.’ But Abigail dumped her bottle and crawled off my lap, wobbling over to her mother who had crouched down to open her arms as her daughter—who’d only been walking for a few weeks—did her best to run into them. “Sor, Mama. Sor, Mama.”

Wearing a brand-new princess dress, Ava twirled happily in the living room. "Mommy, do I look like a real-life princess?" She stopped, tilted her head, and looked at me with sparkling eyes. Smiling, I set down my cup of coffee and kissed her rosy cheek. "Of course, you do. You'll always be my little princess." "What about you, Mommy?" She wrapped her arms around my neck and snuggled. I glanced out at the bright sunshine beyond the window with a steady and gentle gaze. "I'm the queen who protects the princess."

"Mummy, what's bothering you? Are you sick?" I shook my head as I smiled at her. “No, sweetie. Mummy’s not sick. I'm just… thinking about your grandma.” Eleanor’s eyes instantly lit up. “Grandma who's in heaven? Mummy, since grandma is up in the heavens and I never met her, can you tell me a story about her? I want it as my bedtime story tonight, mummy! Pretty please?” I smiled a little once again, settling beside her on the bed. Even though my mom's story isn't a happy one, I don't mind telling my little munchkin. Perhaps she might learn a few lessons in life from the sad story.

I figured she wouldn't let it go that easily. But then, one sunny afternoon, she took me to the property exchange and bought me a house. She said she knew I'd never felt secure, and that this house was the biggest gift she could ever give me. Sure, it was zero down. But still, I felt a warmth from her that I hadn't felt in years. Turns out, it was all a lie. My mom didn't deny it. She just looked at me and said, "This house goes to Kaden. You can either move back home, or save up and buy your own place. You make good money. Five years and you'll have another one."