Cartoon Moms の小説・ストーリー

I declared, and they agreed. Opening the gate, I took the kids inside the house, got some cornflakes and milk for them, and turned on the cartoon. I apologize silently that I can't give them proper food. I sit with them, holding their hands. "You guys have to be good because mommy is going somewhere and will be back soon. Do you understand?" "Are you really going to come back soon?" Jersey asked, and I gave her a reassuring nod before hugging them.

Mom huffs and Dad looks at what Carter is pointing at. Dad reaches and rips the rose off Mom. Carter turns on his heel and sits with us. Mom and Dad sit behind us in silence. Ari and the girls join us. “Dove, you look beautiful,” Ari compliments Mom. Mom gives her a little smile and nods. Ari checks on Monty and sits next to me.

But my mother taught me to always respect other people’s decisions, so I was still happy watching her dress and accessorize her dolls. We were suddenly disrupted with the sound of their chimes and their door opening. Caitlyn’s mother, Carrie, comes back home and says that she has left her wallet at their shared bedroom. I was getting quite bored from merely watching Caitlyn, and I was curious about my mother’s whereabouts so I followed Carrie to their bedroom.

He didn’t mind, but he was certain Lin Momo would. Lin Momo's cheeks turned red, and she said to the little girl, "Tang Tang, what you see on TV isn’t real; it’s just acting. You can't take it seriously!" "But, in our kindergarten, kids' papas don't call their mommies Miss!" "This..." Lin Momo originally wanted to tell Tang Tang that she and Qin Haodong were different from other parents, but then she saw the little girl's eager face and knew that she just wanted to have a normal family, with parents that loved her. She didn’t know what to say.

she whimpered sadly, “that she tossed me away after giving birth to me. When I see the picture of my Mommy, she’s very beautiful—she doesn’t look like a bad person. The director also said that my Mommy is kind. She must’ve had her reasons for leaving me behind.” Grandma Granger felt tears welling in her eyes. This child was so young yet so understanding. Momo pouted as she continued, “I want to look for Mommy, and I want to ask her what have I done wrong for her to leave me—” “No, my child.” Grandma Granger cut her short. “You’re a good kid. Your Mommy must’ve had her reasons to have left.” “Yeah.” Momo nodded heavily, her eyes widened with determination. “You’re right! I believe in Mommy! I

I said. "Yeah, I did raise a few. Hmmm, I made this drink for you and Dennis? Can you watch your favorite cartoon? This is the time for ladies to chat," said Lio, "mom? I've grown up, how can I watch cartoons again? "Dennis protested. Lio rolled her eyes lazily to see her son's reaction "oh, I know how you are, just leave us, okay," asked Lio. Dennis looked at me, "whatever my mom says, don't believe it, especially if she talks about my bad character," asked Dennis. I chuckled. "Okay, okay," I said resignedly. With a heavy heart, Dennis left.

Now, he was being hugged by his mother whom he just met today. "Didn't you give me up? Why do you... want me to call you ‘Mommy’?" Yi Qianmo unconsciously bit on his lower lip with his pearly whites. He did not need a mother. He had been fine without one anyway. However... was this what a mother's hug felt like? When he watched cartoons, the little mouse in the cartoon show liked to be hugged by its mother. Each time, he would just wonder what was so good about a hug!

she murmurs as she puts the items in her online cart. “I need to go back to the Crescent Moon Pack,” I blurt out not knowing any other way to tell them. My mother and father both stop what they are doing to look at me. “What?” my father replies confused. “I need to go see Carter,” I reply cautiously uncertain of what to expect. “Why now?” my mother asks.

They just ate what I put in front of them, asked for seconds when there weren’t any, and then asked for cartoons. I kept saying “later.” Later we’d watch something. Later we’d go to the park. Later Mama would figure it out. But later never came. This morning—gray, ordinary, the kind of morning that doesn’t warn you it’s about to crack open—I woke up to Shayla tugging on my sleeve. Her hair was a wild halo from sleep. Lucas stood behind her holding Aiden’s stuffed giraffe like it was evidence. “Cartoons, Mama?” Shayla asked. Her voice was small but insistent. “Please?”

“I’m Robin. My pride and joy right there, aren’t you, my little Elephant?” “Kill me now,” El muttered behind me. “Oh, that’s lovely. I’m so glad you made it,” Mom gushed. “Boston, move over there please, I’m going to help Robin myself.” She hip checked me out of the way, and I had a sinking feeling as the two women immediately leaned their heads in and started whispering. “This is probably not good,” I said to El as we both reached for new bottles in the cooler at the same time. “I think your mom is harmless,” El said. “But mine has the superpower of lethal humiliation, and she’s not afraid to use it.”