All My Mother's Love Novels & Stories

"You didn't care that Julia was suffering from severe heatstroke. You didn't believe it when a student reported her condition to you. You even stopped Mr. Hodge when he was trying to save her! So you're afraid that people might accuse you of playing favorites, huh?" Dad slowly stepped closer to Mom. "Congratulations. You made it. No one will dare accuse you of playing favorites now. "Everyone in this world now knows that you, Monica Campbell, are the strictest and most impartial woman alive—and you achieved that by sacrificing your daughter's life. How the hell are you even fit to be called a mother?" He practically shouted at the last few words. Mom's knees buckled, and her body slid right

He said you'll come back when you recover your memories, but you no longer want me even though you remember me! He continued, "Granny told me that Mommy had a hard time when you were having me. I was being too naughty back then, I even made you angry countless times." I looked down at Julian and said, "Never wait until you lose something to realize its value, Juli." He tearfully hugged my legs and asked, "Did I lose you already, Mommy?" I replied, "This is the last lesson I will give you as your mother. I hope you never speak harshly to those you love or who love you. You have to learn to respect others, and they'll respect you in return. People leave when they're hurt."

“I know I shouldn’t have gone into Jenny’s room, but I just wanted a little bit of your love, Mom! All you ever see is Jenny. Don’t you see how hard I’ve tried just for a little bit of affection from you? Because of her, I’m stuck wearing pink, even though I like blue. I tried to be just like her in everything, but none of that matters. It’s just so hard to get even a tiny bit of love from you. Mom, I’m your child too. Can’t you love me just a little?” By the time I finished speaking, I was crying so hard I could hardly breathe. Mom only shrugged off my arms. Her eyes were cold and hard as she looked at me and said, “Jenny is my only daughter. My love will always be for her, and not a single

When I finally got it in my arms, I burst into another fit of tears. "Oh my God, Riri!" I fanned at my eyes with my hand, shaking from emotion. She kept rubbing my other arm, chanting over and over, "Sorry mommy… do you like it?" "I love it, baby… I love it so much." I cried, holding the book she wrote to my chest. She had given me a book with the name on it, 'What I Love About Mom'. She also included painted beaded bracelets, and the more I imagined how much thought and time she had put into the gift, I cried even harder.

Despite her years on earth, Mom lost all reason and turned against me, her daughter, for a man. “You’ll be sorry if anything happens to Bryan!” She cocked her head back and yelled at me. I could barely recognize Mom with the menacing look on her face. “Mom! Are you sure he loves you? Why did he hit on me then?” I yelled back, finding it hard to breathe. “You’re just jealous that I stole your crush. You’re young. Time is on your side to find someone new, but it’s not often I get to find love again.” Mom held Bryan in her arms, her heart going out to him.

My eyes were dull, drained of all energy. “Don’t lie to me!” “Just tell me, why can’t you love me, Mom? What did I do wrong? I’ve done everything you ever asked for. Just love me…” I pulled her hand off my arm. “Please, just love me!” I pleaded, sounding desperate. “How the hell am I supposed to love you when I’ve never even been loved in my own life?” My mother’s voice was cold. She crossed her arms over her chest and stared out at the highway.

My mother grasped my hand as she lay on her bed, "Don't worry, I'll be fine but you have to stay strong for both of us." Her body was incredibly thin, and her skin was pale. She was merely attempting to console me, but we both understood that she could only be healed by a miracle. My mother only had a few days left before she passes away, the doctor informed my aunt and i. She developed stomach cancer, which did spread more swiftly than was anticipated.

I whisper. “I’m gonna hit him again!” Mom sing-songs from the kitchen. Dad full-on facepalms. “Jacob, listen to me. Their love makes you worthy. You know the shit we went through in Mathias’ pack. What we survived. What we became. And your mom still loved me. That made me worthy.” I just sit there, stunned. Quiet. “…Shit,” I whisper. “You guys are right.” “Duh,” Mom says cheerfully. “Now wash up and help set the table. Food’s ready in five.”

“What is that Isabel girl thinking? Her mother shielded her from a knife, and she didn't even bother to glance at her mother before leaving! How could she be so heartless?” The host agreed, “That’s right, we’re trying to make sense of it too. How much bitterness must she feel toward a mother who has shown her nothing but profound love?” That was right, my mother loved me more than anything else. Her love was to the point of being unconditional. I remember an episode when I made a remark about how ugly the school’s meal card looked. She proceeded to deposit a hundred thousand dollars into the meal card and made it the best-looking meal card in the entire school.

Even I, who had witnessed his coldness before, was shocked by his callousness. Ethan's mother suddenly broke free from those comforting her. She lurched forward, her face ravaged by grief, and grabbed my father's sleeve with such force that the fabric tore. Her scream was primal, a sound of pure maternal anguish: "Give me back my son!" Tears and mascara streamed down her face. "You monster, why did you have to show up? Why couldn't you just stay away?"