Friend Mom Novels & Stories

She told him everything now. I should have deleted it immediately. Blocked the number. Turned my phone off and thrown it across the room. Anything to shut him out. But my thumb hovered over the screen, frozen, my breath coming faster. Another message popped up. Unknown: I know things are tense right now. Just wanted you to know I’m not the enemy here. I’m trying to help. Your mom loves you. She’s just stressed about money and wants what’s best for you.

Mom requested. ****

Just a crudely drawn picture I'd secretly hidden away. The drawing showed four little stick figures holding hands. Dad, Mom, Alice—and in the corner, the smallest one: me. Everyone had big, smiling faces. On the back, in my childish handwriting, was a single line: "Mom, please smile." At that moment, my mother lost it completely. She clutched that drawing to her chest and broke down, sobbing uncontrollably. The crushing weight of guilt and doubt nearly destroyed her. The next morning, while Alice was still asleep, my mother snuck into Alice's room and took her toothbrush.

Marianne. Jace's mother. What?! I turned and saw Marianne standing by the staircase, smiling like the proudest shipper alive. ...Wow. Now my ears were burning too. We weren't even married yet, and his mom was already our number one fan. Jace leaned over to look, brows knitting together. "What kind of nonsense is this..." Watching him look both offended and curious at the same time, I suddenly got an idea. I opened a livestream and pointed the camera right at him.

Mom speaks out1 _____________________________________

Mom: if you claim you love this girl, then do what would make her happy Me: what if I can't. Mom: what if you can? I sighed Me: should I make you proud? She smiled Mom: at least, for once. Make momma proud by doing the right thing I chuckled quietly

"Let's go meet our Mom." •the end•

Returning to the other block, my mom is nowhere to be found, and Madonna sits on a stoop waiting for me. I approach. “Hey there.” She stands on the first step when she sees me, dusting off the back of her jeans. “Hi. Your mom said she was tired and caught a car to her place.” “She runs 10ks,” I say with a chuckle. “She wasn’t tired. She wanted to give us time alone.” “Well, you shouldn’t out her like that. Next time, just play along.”

He said you'll come back when you recover your memories, but you no longer want me even though you remember me! He continued, "Granny told me that Mommy had a hard time when you were having me. I was being too naughty back then, I even made you angry countless times." I looked down at Julian and said, "Never wait until you lose something to realize its value, Juli." He tearfully hugged my legs and asked, "Did I lose you already, Mommy?" I replied, "This is the last lesson I will give you as your mother. I hope you never speak harshly to those you love or who love you. You have to learn to respect others, and they'll respect you in return. People leave when they're hurt."

I let out an exasperated sigh. They eyed me, not sure whether to believe me or not. "If you say so, honey. I believe you," my mom stood up to hug me. "I want you to know that I'm proud of you. We both are. It's not easy, but you're handling yourself really well," my mother cupped my face in her hands. "Stay strong. And don't hesitate to call us when it gets too heavy to carry by yourself. We're here for you, okay?"