Ang Sabi Ng Mama Mo Novels & Stories

She sighs, moving toward my son and ruffling his hair. “I wanted to see Mama,” he whispers, expecting to be scolded. “You’re not in trouble,” I reassure Saben, giving my son a gentle smile. “But Mama needs to focus on getting better, so could you go play with your toys while Granny Jiya and I talk?” I ask, trying not to wince as the flames from my heat lick at my body.

I could hardly wait to see how furious Mom would be when she found out. Early that afternoon, Mom got the news and came rushing back.

“Off course momma, I love America but I miss you and want to see you, promise you'll take me there when I finally win” I thought about it for some time, I don't want to see my baby sad, so I nodded In agreement “Yessssss, That's my momma, I love you so much mummy, you're the best in the whole world” “I love you too son” “Moon……!, who are you talking to?’’ I heard my mother's voice from the background “It's mummy, grandma!” “Wait, hold on!” My mother yelled and the next moment she appeared on the screen

“You have me. You have Clyde. Your mother didn’t leave you alone. You still have us. We can be your family. We are your family. Your mother wouldn’t want you to feel isolated and miserable. She saved three children. Despite not having trained to fight, your mother is very brave. She did what she could. I’m sure she didn’t expect to meet her end so suddenly. She would’ve at least wanted to properly say good bye to you. She’s gone now. Let her go, Sab. She would want you to move on and live your life even without her. She would want you to be happy. It’s hard, but please try. Do it for your mother. Do it for yourself.” Her words did penetrate Sab’s thoughts. Their Luna has a way with words. Al

said her mother as she approached Sabila. "Okay," said Sabila. Because he felt Mama approaching him, he ran towards the public door, where the car was. "Sabila!" call her mother. "Don't call, Mah! Mama is weird! Mama has changed!" shouted Sabila and left in her car. "Mama just wants Salsa to learn to hate Mama. Salsa is a good child, she doesn't deserve this bad Mama," she whispered while gently wiping her tears. "Mom! Auntie!" "Yes, madam?"

I lowered my hands with a sad expression, feeling hurt that they didn't even want me back. I turned to Maverick, who was struggling not to laugh and had turned around to hide his smile. "Sorry, I'll just go back and spend the rest of the time before returning," I said, turning toward the door to leave. "Who sat and watched my infant head When sleeping on my cradle bed, And tears of sweet affection shed? My Mother!" they both sang in unison, and I stopped in my tracks. "Welcome home, Mommy!" "Welcome home, honey," I also hear Maverick's voice and I turned around and saw the three of them now holding cardboard.

After a couple of seconds, she muttered, "Mommy?" "Yes, love." "Why do we never call, Daddy? Not even once? My friends and classmates, whenever they miss their mom and daddy, they will be calling them....what do you call that, Mommy?" "They use social media." "Yes! That's it, Mommy." Her eyes lit up as if an excellent idea came into her mind. "Why don't we call Daddy, Mommy? I want to see him! I want to hear his voice!" she exclaimed and jumped on her seat.

She kept talking about how she would spend the two thousand dollars just on me. When I did not respond, she assumed I was sulking. Her tone began to change. “Anna, I already said I’m sorry! What else do you want from me? Are you seriously going to ignore me forever? Stop sulking, okay?” I drifted beside her and said, “Mom.” She could not hear a thing. Mom had a prideful temper. She was not going to keep begging. She walked away and joined a card game. It was not until midnight, just before the fireworks, that she came to knock on the door again.

"He’s your son! How could you do this? It’s... it’s sick." "He stopped being my son the moment he signed my death warrant," he replied, his eyes turning into chips of black ice. He stood up, towering over me, his powerful physique a testament to the brutal discipline he’d used to rebuild his life. "He’s a weak, sniveling squatter in a house built on my blood. He failed to protect you, and he failed to kill me. Now, he’s just a ghost in a suit, and you’re the woman who belongs to the man he tried to murder."

sabi naman ni Mama. "Mama…" Hawak nila ang kamay ko ng unti unti silang naglaho. Napaiyak ako. "Mama….Papa!!!" "Let us go princess. Remember we are always by your side and if you miss us just look for us inside your heart" sabi ni Mama.