Comeback To Your Mom Novels & Stories

It’s a lifeline, pulling me back from the edge. “Come back to us,” the familiar voices whisper. “Mom i’m trying.” I say even though I know she can’t hear me. “I’m here, Mariah.” My dad says. His voice is softer than usual, filled with raw emotion and a tenderness that shatters the walls around me. “Come back to me.” Tears well up inside me again, and I grip that warmth, that connection, with everything I have. “I’m trying,” I whisper. “I’m trying so hard.”

"I feel like I just got you back." I put my coffee down. "I know how you feel." It did feel like I just got my family back after a long hiatus. I settled my elbows on the counter, reaching for my mom's other hand. She gave me a quizzical look but put her drink down and reached for my other hand. "How about this, Momma," I started. "When this mission is over, I'd love to come back. Settle at the farm for a little while. I'm due for a vacation."

{Lyra} “No. Absolutely not,” I said, stepping in front of Eliza so fast I nearly tripped over the rug. “You are not going out there.” My mom—my actual, flesh-and-blood mother, who I had just gotten back after years of believing she was dead—stood inches from the door, her hand already on the knob. “I mean it, mom.” My voice cracked, embarrassingly so, but I didn’t care. “I just got you back. You think I’m about to let you go out there and lose you again? Over my dead body.”

“You are watching your empire crumble, and now you're watching the one person who could save it thrive in the arms of someone else.” I swallowed as something ugly swirled in my chest. Mom leaned in closer, “You cannot let her go.” I frowned, “What do you mean by ‘cannot’? She's already gone.” Mom smirked, “People do not stay gone unless you let them. It's high time we brought her back.” I took a step back, “Bring her back?” I echoed, “How do you suggest we do that?” “I'm suggesting,” Mom said, lowering her voice, “That you strategize.”

"You don't have to thank me. You are still at the age of making friends, I'm sorry for making you stay at home all day to take care of yourself. You've worked hard to take care of everything in the family for the past few months, now let's go out and have fun and then come back to my mother." "I promise, I'll come back when I'm done." Mother caressed her back, just like when she was a child she used to coax her to sleep: "When are you going?" "I'll go tomorrow." Mom stopped and asked, "So fast?" "Yes. Are you sad?" “I'm not sad. I just didn't expect it to be so fast." "Are you afraid that I won't come back?" Mom was silent and did not answer. She comforted her mother: “I'll come back.”

I sob out before speaking. “ Hello” I replied sobbing. “I am so sorry mom” “ Honey, where are you? Honey comeback home” Mom said sobbing. “ I am so sorry mom, I am sorry to have run away from home” I replied. “ Honey, we have forgiven you for along time, please come home dear” my mom said. I sigh deeply before replying. “Mom, I am far away, I am here in the U S, I promise to bring you all back to the US” I said sobbing.

" You know your son. He wont stop until he gets what he wants. The only thing we can do right now is to pray he returns to us." "With Iris." I emphasised. "I'm not coming back without her." Mother was all shaken up. She drew me into another tight hug and muttered softly into my ear. "Come back to me." I pulled away reluctantly, rubbing her an Eskimo kiss. "I always come home, mother. I'll be back like I never left. It'll be like waking up from a deep sleep." It seemed my resolution spurred a renewed energy in mother. She looked up at me and wiped away the tears on her face with the back of her palm. "I know you'll return." She sniveled. "Find your way back to me."

I don’t really know why I didn’t go home after working. I looked at the sofa and I remembered the moments when Jeremy and I would watch a movie together and he would bring snacks. I smiled bitterly and let out a sigh. Will we ever go back to the way we used to be once I’m already healed? I jumped from my seat when my phone beeped. I looked at it and there was a message from my mother. I quickly opened it and read her message. From: LOML 1 You said you will go here this Saturday. What tiime so we could bake ur fave

She let out a quiet breath and gave me a small, sad smile. “I don’t remember much,” she said softly. “But something made me come back. I hadn’t said goodbye to you, or Martina. I hadn’t spent enough time with your father. I lived because I had more to do.” Her voice shook a little. “That’s why I believe Maddie will come back too. She knows you’re here, waiting for her.” Just when I thought I couldn’t cry anymore, the emotions came flooding back. I hugged Mom tightly, and she held me like she used to. I buried my face in her shoulder, and everything poured out again.

I called gently. "Mom...? Mom..." His broken voice, so innocent and childlike, broke my maternal heart. "Oh, Goddess...I can't even touch my child..." I said aloud. "Mom..." he cried harder, his weak arms asking for a hug which I couldn't give. It was for his own good, I assured my tender heart. I will hug him to his heart's content when he gets better. That was a promise to myself.