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I replied, my voice resonating with respect and affection. Suddenly, Casper pulled up in a sleek black SUV, and the anticipation grew. Abebi moved towards the vehicle, ready to step inside, but was halted by a firm voice. Madame Beatrice, my mother, stood in front of her, asserting her claim over the car. "This one is for my son, me and his wife," she stated with a sense of authority, making it clear that she had made a decision. Abebi, respecting my mother's wishes, gracefully stepped back. Although I wanted to intervene and voice my thoughts, I remained silent, recognizing the significance of this moment and the dynamics at play.

' Take the back seat, the front is mine ' ' Whatever ' I said , entering the back seat just let his mom ruin it ' ' So what do you expect me to do?' ' why don't she come with us ' ' What!! Are you crazy?.you know she will ruin the fun ' ' Please Richard, as long as he is happy, we can just ignore her ' I said . Okay , you can come with us. Richard entered the car . I was about to enter the car when she stopped me . ' Take the back seat, the front is mine '

They had all stepped down the car and were hugging her as if consoling her. Moses asked," mum, is dad dead?" "No, no! He's not." Amy said. Afterall, she had not even confirmed. The children rested themselves sadly around Amy, seeing her children sad even made more tears dropped from her face, she ruffled their hair and said," we need to leave here." She helped the children back inside and began to drive away. While heading to house A4, Moses suddenly shouted," mum! Mum, look through the front mirror." Although Amy was driving, she was lost in thought. She looked through the mirror and saw a couple of Hilux cars with scary looking men speeding after her as if trying to catch up with her.

I charged at her, but I was held by my mother. “Stop this!” She shouted as she ran to hold me from behind. I shook myself free from her grip and walked into the house, my heels clacking away noisily as I moved. My parents followed briskly behind me, and I found consolation in the fact that they were on my side. My mom came to sit beside me on the couch, where I lay down, crying. Holding my hands in hers, she said, “Sweetie, it's okay. I'm here for you. Stop crying. Let's go wash your face.”

"Get off me!" I roared, throwing my full weight to the right and using the momentum to slam Arnold against the wall. He let out a sharp cry of pain and immediately let go. But Mom had already latched onto my backpack. She clawed frantically at the zipper, trying to rip it open to get the cash inside. "That's mine! I earned that!" I shouted, finally losing my grip on my composure. With every ounce of strength I possessed, I yanked the backpack downward. At the same time, I drove my knee hard into Mom's abdomen.

“Jonathan, I was wrong. I really know that now. Could you forgive me this time? “My mother’s old. She can’t handle any more stress. Besides, I already lost my job. If this keeps going, my family and I will be done for. “Could you speak up for me and my mother online? Jonathan, I’m begging you.” I was indifferent. “What does this have to do with me? You and your mother caused this trouble.” Amelia was upset with my indifferent treatment toward her. She stepped closer and anxiously said, “Jonathan, how could you say that? We’re supposed to spend our lives together.”

The truth is, deep down, I'd always wanted to fix things with my mom. The way she used to be when I was young—gentle, caring, loving—I'd held onto that memory for years. I kept hoping she'd love me like that again. So when my company wanted to transfer me out of state, I said no. I was afraid that if I left, with thousands of miles between us, my mom and I would lose whatever connection we had left. The reason I worked so hard and pushed myself to buy this house was that I knew Kaden and his father couldn't be trusted. Someday, my mom would see their true colors. When that day came, she could move in with me.

I'm nine years old when I secretly contact my mom Lori Parker's family to get her out of the remote village. When my grandpa, Richard Parker, bursts into the cellar, he finds Mom chained by the neck, with a whip stained with dried, dark blood lying at her feet. Overwhelmed with rage, Grandpa beats my dad, Bruce Fraser, until he is almost dead, vomiting blood repeatedly. Dad is left paralyzed and bedridden for the rest of his life. Just before getting into the car, Mom cries and reaches out to me. "Amy, I'm taking you home!" My eyes sting as I clutch the hem of her clothes, but then memories of my past life come rushing back. Her family turns against her because she protects a bastard l

, I said, not particularly to any of them. "Go, go and sit in the front with William", mother said to Amelia and she looked at me before looking at mother again. "I really don't need to sit there, I can sit with you at the back", Amelia replied and I got into the driver's seat. "I like sitting in the back alone", I heard mother say outside and then incoherent words followed. I shook my head, I really have no idea of what mother is trying to do but I don't really care.

She felt like a failure as a mother. Sebastian nodded. "I'll take you there." Right now, she needed her son's company more than anything. After dinner, Sebastian drove Lisbeth to the hospital himself. They found Dennis lying bored in his hospital bed. The child was still weak and could do little more than rest. Seeing his mother, his face lit up. "Mommy." Lisbeth gently stroked Dennis's small face. "Mommy's here to see you. I'm staying with you tonight." At three years old, Dennis didn't understand much about the world. But he understood this. "Yay, Mommy stays."