Cosas Que Nunca Hable Con Mi Madre Novels & Stories

The room echoed with the sound, and my mother gasped in disbelief. "Why didn't you tell us?" my father thundered, his voice laced with anger and disappointment. I stumbled backward, my cheek burning from the impact. "I... I didn't think it would be real," I stammered, my eyes pleading for understanding. My mother's gaze bore into me, a mix of frustration and concern. "You're our daughter, Nova. How could you keep something this important from us?" Tears welled up in my eyes as I fell to my knees, a gesture of desperation. "I'm sorry. I didn't know how to explain. I thought it was just a passing encounter, not something that would lead to... this."

I never been one and I will never be one. Anubis: You mean, you never found out? Wow, your mom needs to tell you the truth then. The pain in my stomach subsided and I leaned back up, but I turned my attention to my mother. “I need you to go back, Anubis.” I whispered to him, my eyes still on my mother. Anubis: Fuck no! Don’t start telling me what to do just because we had one small conversation. “Please?” I asked him. “We need to talk later or something about this because if this continues, you and I will never have a good relationship.”

Cole looked at me, his full attention on me and only me, our eyed locked before I tore my gaze and stared back at the water, it was easier this way "July 5, 2013, My mother died. She never really spoke about my father, only that he stayed away for the best and that he did love me, boy, was that hard to believe..." I could never understand how people could comfortably talk about their lives to strangers rather than family. Now that I was in this position, I understood it. I used to think it was stupid and irrational. But sometimes, circumstances can force you to talk to a wall and with strangers you — you really have nothing to lose. And there is nothing more relieving or scarier than having

"Don't you ever in your miserable life, ever make mention of my mother again else, you wouldn't be happy with what will happen to you." I gave her my last warning as I walked to the closet and picked up my boxer back and left the room. I didn't like when people talked about my mother. No one had to talk about her, especially if they were not a part of my family . Even if you were a part of my family and you so much wanted to talk about her, do not talk about her when I’m present. She said I would have been cursed in my sister's life had it been I had one. What did she know about that? She had zero idea.

In this estate, I had been exposed to kindness and acceptance, but beauty was not a topic of discussion. “Has nobody ever told you that?” He was looking at me like the prospect of no one ever telling me that was outrageous to him. "No one has ever told me that," I admitted softly, my voice laced with a tinge of vulnerability. "Well, my mom used to tell me before... before I left." “You never talk about your Mother…why?” Vincenzo's gaze held mine, his chin resting thoughtfully on his hand. “Because it hurts. It hurts so much to talk about her.” The memories, the void she left behind—it's all still so raw. But I can't bring myself to open up about it, not yet.

I ask, folding my hand against my thighs. Mother opens her mouth to speak but stops, a shuddering exhale passing her lips. “I- I wanted to get you something but I don’t know what you like and what you don’t. I- I don’t think I’ve ever seen you ordered a coffee so- I’m not sure what you might like.” She mutters embarrassed but it’s nothing I’m not used to.

Warning⚠⚠: this chapter is a bit emotional My mom has been behaving very strange lately, receiving strange calls and crying after receiving those calls. I have tried asking her what it was but as usual, she doesn't open up. "mom I am fade up with all these shit, can you stop crying and tell me what the hell is wrong with you" I said "language", she said Oops!! even in a bad condition she still care about my language. so funny I said sarcastically

she says, taking a seat across from me. It is weird talking to my mom. I've never talked about such a personal subject with her. Not that we don't talk about other things and that I don't trust her; I'm just not as expressive with my family. Something that is different compared to Selena, who is attached to her family. “Mom, Selena left,” I finally admit, swallowing stiffly. My mother gasps “What did you do?” I look at my mother in a way, but not shocked. It seems evident that I was going to mess up with her.

“I didn’t mean to break your trust.” “But you did.” “I couldn’t control myself when he said that. I never met my mother, and I don’t want anyone talking about her. Just the same way, I can’t control myself if anyone talks trash about you. That’s just how I feel.” I explained as calmly as I could.

Her laugh doesn’t reach her eyes, but it fills the empty hallway, “you’re funny too.” A moment of silence passes by them, neither of them vomiting a word until his mother speaks out anyway. “Should I tell you something I’ve never told any of you before?” He clears his throat, knowing that he cares less whether she spills whatever she has inside or not. “Well, go ahead.”