Ane Wa Yan Mama Novels & Stories

I looked around and nodded. "Hello...mumma..." His voice... Jean hadn't spoken to me for 3 weeks. His condition worsened way too quickly. I thought I'd never be able to say goodbye or love properly one last time. I, as the Luna of Waterstone, never had time for him as he was growing up. But my negligence cost him his life. "I love you, Jean...mumma loves you so much," I said. No other words were crossing my mind. "I love you too, mumma. I will be fine." I clutched my chest and cried silently as he said. Jean is such a mature child. Way too mature for his age. He makes me a proud mother...

She hasn’t even heard of what Mathew and Raquel did. “You need to calm down, Vanessa. Please calm down. Y-you can’t keep crying like this. You’d hurt yourself, please.” I choked out as she kept crying. “ I need my pup. I- I can’t lose my pup. I can’t! Not my baby. Please, no! It has to be a joke. You’re just joking. My pup is still here, still inside me. It’s a joke.” She chanted, pushing me aside as she wiped her tears.

“Mama!” Before she could think, Yna had rushed to her mother and bent down on her knee in front of her. She tried to hold her close. “Mama, please… whatever are you talking about? Don’t say it! Never say something like that, please?!”

I begged. “Mama,” Anaya rushed up to us, sat on the floor, and murmured, “Mama hurt. Daddy, Mama has a boo-boo.” As I held her, I tucked her beneath my arm. “S-Save her, mi Amore. You two are my entire world. I love you, “Anna murmured, as her hand slipped from mine to the floor. My heart stopped beating. Anaya screamed out to her mother, “Mama... Mama... Mama,” in an attempt to wake her up. My heart was broken.

' Pasimple na lang siyang napabuntong-hininga at pasimpleng napakamot sa ulo. "Naku siguradong magugustuhan mo dito Son! This place has a lot of good memories. I'm sure marami kang makikilalang mga kaibigan dito. Some of our favorite places are still here," napapangiti na lang ang kanyang mama habang sinasabi yoon. Marahil naaalala ang kabataan ng mga ito "You're right so many memories linger here, kaya naman sinikap kong ma-preserve," She sounded so sentimental habang nakatingin sa kanyang mama.

"Akio!" "'Wag ka nga assuming, Ethan." asar ko pa rin sa kanya. "Mas matanda ka lang kumpara sa akin dahil naka-hinto ang oras ko. Pero kung titingnan, dalaga palang Mama mo ganito na ako. Kaya mas matanda pa din ako."

It was from Malama Aisha… Me: Hello ma… MA: Dioxidane, yaya kake? (How are you?) Me: Lafia lau (Fine)… Yaya Aiki? (How’s work?) MA: Lafia kalau… Kana Ina? (Where are you?) Me: Ina gidan (I’m at home)… MA: Tor… Dan Allah abin da kake yi gobe (Please what would you be doing tomorrow)… Me: Walahi nothing important ma… Hope all is well…

“Ma, you're welcome," Eleanor said welcoming Kwame's mom into the house. "Wo maame me wan? Aden aa Ma you're welcome (Who's your mother and you're welcoming me)?" The woman rudely said as she walked past her into the living room. “Ma, Akwaaba (Welcome)" Kwame said as he stood up to hug his mom and she moved back. “What is this one still doing here?" She asked getting straight to the point.