Don’t Call Me Mom Novels & Stories

"Mom, help! I'm in here! I'm in so much pain!" My feet, submerged in the piping water, had long scalded a layer of skin away. Mom's low, furious growls echoed from the living room. "Stop making noise! Gosh, you're loud! I swear I'll deal with you if you wake Maple up from her nap!" My pleas for help became stuck in my throat. Suddenly, I recalled the time I accidentally fell down the stairs while trying to deliver Mom's phone to her, which she had carelessly left at home.

However, Mom cut her off sharply, “Don’t call me that anymore. Just call me Aunt Moira. Kara would be upset if she heard.” I had once imagined, over and over again, how Mom and I would make things right. I had dreamed of her embrace soothing all the years of pain and grievance. However, I only ever heard such comforting words after I was already dead. Wendy’s expression darkened for a split second before she forced out a smile. “Mom, don’t scare me. I’ve been calling you that all these years.” However, Mom did not respond. She walked straight into my bedroom. Her gaze landed on the stuffed doll beside my pillow.

I explained in a small voice. "Miscounted?" Mom spat, interrupting me. "You're the only one who didn't get anything. She was probably annoyed that you were trying to get one. Why must you be so greedy? You're so embarrassing! Will you only be satisfied when everyone ridicules me for raising such a greedy daughter?" A wave of stress crashed into me. I dug my nails into my arms and scratched myself until my skin turned raw and bloody. However, I didn't feel even an ounce of comfort.

I get home from a business trip over Thanksgiving and find out Mom came all the way from Larkwyn to visit me. She was made to sleep in the storage room. I'm just about to lose my temper when my mother-in-law, Deborah Garner, rolls her eyes. "Next time your mom comes, give us a heads-up. What will the neighbors think if they find out we have relatives from the sticks?" Mom looks down, so humiliated she doesn't know what to do with her hands. My wife, Ella Shaw, finally looks up from her phone when she sees the look on my face. "Come on. Mom's just looking out for us. Everyone in this building is either rich or well-connected. Next time your mom visits, she should stay at a hotel. It's su

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

'Why do you call her Mom? She looks at me some type of way and confesses, 'Because she has always treated me like her daughter. And.. I really don't remember my real Mom.' She admits looking sad and lost in thought. I feel a bit of fear roll off of her, I wonder what's that about? But I guess that's an understandable reason to call her Mom. "Hey do you want to go check out my new stuff with me?" She smiles, "Sure!" Dad says, "Nae remember to meet me in the foyer at 1pm to go visit your Dad ok?" "Yes Uncle."

“Mom—” “Don’t call me ‘Mom’. I don’t have such a cruel daughter!” Sally’s angry voice came from the other end. “Come back and apologize to your sister right now!”

Recap/ hi, I'm Boma Hart there are a few things you know or maybe just forgot, my visit to Brandon's home wasn't that disastrous, and on my way home, a message from my University gets through, and to top it all up, mom decides to phone me. (Still driving) Mom seemed to be persistent in calling, and the more I ignore her, the more times she blows up my phone with her calls, so I had no idea but to pick up.

mom: " oh.. my dear.. how are you?? don't be angry on your mom..!! won't you love your mom?? " me: " I love you mom.. so tell me why did you called me?? " mom: " come for the home.. at least just for dinner.. mom wants to have dinner with you.. I missing you baby.. " me: " mom sorry I can't come.. " mom: " please won't you love your mom.. can't you do this just for one night.. " I disconnected the call and went inside ward.. if she again ask I can't say no to her.. whatever she did she is my mom.. I love her.. even she loves me but she wants to give first preference to her husband..

After a couple of seconds, she muttered, "Mommy?" "Yes, love." "Why do we never call, Daddy? Not even once? My friends and classmates, whenever they miss their mom and daddy, they will be calling them....what do you call that, Mommy?" "They use social media." "Yes! That's it, Mommy." Her eyes lit up as if an excellent idea came into her mind. "Why don't we call Daddy, Mommy? I want to see him! I want to hear his voice!" she exclaimed and jumped on her seat.