Cosas Que Nunca Hable Con Mi Madre Novels & Stories

“ You are far away and you never want to see us. So how could I talk to you? I don't even know your phone number.” “You…” he started, then stopped, looking at me as if something was missing in me. “Did your mother never teach you anything?” “Teach me what?” “A lot of things. About your heritage. About us? How you can communicate with someone even when they are far away?” I smiled and then wrapped my arm around his as we began to walk outside. It was about time for Mom to be buried. “She taught me a lot. More than enough to survive this world. Mom just wants me to live a normal life. She always said that.”

But the best part of that was being able to do it with my mother. Considering I was seven years old the last time we’d spoken, I never got the sex talk or even the period talk from her. We’d been robbed of boy gossip and relationship advice. I wanted to fill the gaps between us with stereotypical mother-daughter stuff, but with Killian being the subject of all those topics, it wasn’t an easy topic to bring up. Despite my overthinking, things were nothing but companionable. Caterina Morelli, when she didn’t hate your guts, was impossible not to get along with.

a smile creeps onto my lips at the opportunity to call Selena my mate without feeling like I'm forcing it onto her. "It's about your mate." I recall our last encounter. "Didn't you disown me because of her? Come to think of it, I don't have a mother, so I am under no obligation to listen to your bullshit." She could manipulate me when I was a kid, but not anymore. "Just come over. I'll explain everything." Before I can make another sharp remark, my mother ends the call. I sit for a moment, wondering if I should listen to her or ignore her. Curiosity's killing me, so I decide to take a chance.

In the tranquil garden, surrounded by the calming whispers of nature, I found myself opening up to my mother about the complexities of my relationship with my father. "Mom, I can't understand why Dad treats me differently from my siblings," I confessed, seeking solace in her wisdom. We have been talking for hours by now, admiring the beauty of the garden while having snacks from time to time. I just love talking to her. Opening up to my mom has been very helpful to me. It ease the pain in my soul. Talking to her was like therapy, and it's very therapeutic.

I need some answers to my questions and the only person who can help me find the answers is my mother. I didn't knock on the door this time.I pushed the door open and walked into her room.She was on the wheelchair as usual, looking at the flower garden through the window. "Didn't I ever teach you how to knock?"I clenched my hands into a tight fists.My mother turned around slowly with her wheelchair and looked at me with raised eyebrows. "Why didn't you ever tell us that we have a forbidden bother?"My mother froze when she heard my words…

I asked because I have never heard anyone talked about her or seen here. "I don't wanna talk about her" Elsie said collecting the portrait from me and she closed it back. I know better than to force her to speak and I understand her even if I don't know the reason why she doesn't wants to talk about her mother she is just like me I never wanted to talk about my parents too most especially my mom because it always bring back the pains and memories of what happened that night. I remain silent as I watch her, her mood has changed and she is no longer wearing a smile on her face.

I regret being the reason why she would never have any children of her own no matter how much she tries. And above all, I regret ever listening to my mother when she asked me to be mean to Lenora ever since we were kids, when she had done absolutely nothing to deserve it. Am I ever going to tell my mother about this? Of course not. She's going to be mad at me and ever since she told me that I shouldn't try anything funny, I've been trying my best not to cross her in that way. But I can't just keep shut about this.

She will kill me right on the phone if I dare. “That’s normal, baby,” she said, her voice softening. “Being in a new environment can make you feel that way. It takes time to adjust.” If only that was the problem. We talked a little longer. Safe topics. Her trip. The weather. When they planned to return. I did not mention the kiss. Or the dream. Or the slap. Some sins are too embarrassing to confess to your mother who raised you with all the morality in the world. After we hung up, I leaned back in my chair and closed my eyes.

I pressed a kiss on her head. She asked me about the dragons and I told her about Alma and the babies. There was also another thing I urged to tell about: my mother. I could never talk about this topic before. Hell, I wasn’t even used to talking about myself and feelings-stuff. But something in me urged me to share those with her.

I muttered with a scowl, not liking that memory of him. “What I mean is, it wasn’t my first time meeting Alexei, and I told him about you. Then I guess at some point he went and dug up your casket.” I elaborated. “Of course, he fucking did.” I raised my brows in surprise. My mother never cursed hence why we were never allowed to do it under her roof. She made that clear many times with her wooden spoon. “Mamá… Is it really true that he’s…?” I trailed off. Even though I had heard it a few times already, I wanted it to be confirmed by my mother. Her gaze softened at me and held my hands in hers as she let out a sigh.