Novel & Cerita Grabbing My Moms Ass

I threw a glance at my mother, "...when I have an uninterrupted sound sleep." Aunty Vicky snorted, and smartly disguised it as a cough when Mama rolled her eyes at my statement. "Well, it's obvious that I'm not needed here. Since you two want to gossip, and throw accusations in my face, I'm going to go upstairs to the only one who understands me. My husband." With that, she hopped down the stool, gulped down her coffee and then sashayed out of the kitchen. Aunt Vicky and I waited for a little bit to make sure she was out of earshot, and then we burst into loud peals of laughter. "God, your mum is such a drama queen." She groaned out, seemingly exhausted from laughing so much.

But Mom, as long as you’re happy, I am happy too. I reached out to touch the bunny plush. My hand passed right through it. How…? Panic rose in my chest. Then I heard the sound of a key turning in the door. Mom and Dad were back.

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.

After I turn five years of age and have my very own phone, I start receiving strange messages every single day. For some reason, the sender keeps referring to me as their mom. At 3:00 am, they send me another message. "Mom, I saw you in my dreams again. The rain is seeping into the attic. My stepmom told me to use a rag to soak up all the water, but the rag is too small. Even though I tried to wipe it up all night, it still wouldn't dry. Mom, I'm so cold and hungry. I miss you so much…" I tilt my head, looking at the rain pouring outside the window. I then earnestly reply, "Don't be scared, sweetheart. Where are you right now? I will bring you something yummy!"

she whimpered sadly, “that she tossed me away after giving birth to me. When I see the picture of my Mommy, she’s very beautiful—she doesn’t look like a bad person. The director also said that my Mommy is kind. She must’ve had her reasons for leaving me behind.” Grandma Granger felt tears welling in her eyes. This child was so young yet so understanding. Momo pouted as she continued, “I want to look for Mommy, and I want to ask her what have I done wrong for her to leave me—” “No, my child.” Grandma Granger cut her short. “You’re a good kid. Your Mommy must’ve had her reasons to have left.” “Yeah.” Momo nodded heavily, her eyes widened with determination. “You’re right! I believe in Mommy! I

"That little brat's got more gall than I thought. Where else could she be? She must've snuck off to her granny's house to tell on us while we were gone. Who taught her to be so stubborn? She wants to play games with me? Fine. Let's play." Mom turned and stormed over to my Barbie dolls. She grabbed a pair of scissors and cut off the dolls' hair and heads. Then, she snapped their limbs, threw them onto the floor, and stomped on them. I cried and tried to push her away, but it didn't do anything. "Mom, I'm not throwing a tantrum. I want to be with you and Dad, too, but I'm trapped in the washing machine, and I can never get out again…"

The moment I hit the ground, blood spread across my knees. The pain hit so hard that my eyes filled with tears, and a cry slipped out before I could stop it. Beside me, Nora suddenly screamed, sharp and loud. "Why did you push me? Mom, it hurts!" She was on the ground as well, crying so loudly that it rang in my ears. Dad rushed over immediately and pulled me into his arms, shielding me. But Mom and Matthew ran up and started accusing me.

She touched his arm lightly. Daggy moved to check on Britty, who had fallen into a deeper sleep, her small chest rising and falling in the peaceful rhythm of childhood. She looked so much like Dynan it was almost painful, from the shape of her nose to the way her hair curled at the edges. "Daggy?" Lincoln's voice pulled her back to the present. "Mom called though, she told me about the shop incident. Are you okay? "I'm fine," she said quietly, smoothing down Britty's hair. "Those men at the shop really shook me up."

"Who told you to come out? Your hair's getting long again. Didn't I tell you to keep it buzzed short like Beau's?" She rushed over and jabbed her finger hard against my forehead. "You're always causing trouble. When your new brother gets here, I'll break your legs if you dare bully him!" I shrank back, the red mark on my forehead throbbing where she had poked me. The 'candies' in my stomach seemed to be dissolving, and waves of pain twisted through my belly until I hunched over. Dad moved to help me, but Mom grabbed his arm and snapped, "Don't touch her. She's probably just faking it for attention."

My cheek was stinging with pain, and my ear was ringing. The durian rolled out of my hand and fell to the floor. I covered my face and stared at the woman who had given birth to me, Rosemary. She had slapped me with all her strength. I could even taste blood at the corner of my mouth. My voice trembled as I asked, “Mom, what did you do that for?” I had moved out to avoid disturbing my sister-in-law, Lily, during her pregnancy.