Novel & Cerita Hija Y Madre

Hajiya Hajara stared at nothingness, tears sprang down her face, as she narrated the story to Nasreen. As a good and loyal child she couldn't loathe her father for what he had done to her mother. All her life she had seen her parents as a happy and loving couple, her father as a caring husband while her mother as the best wife one could ever have, and now that the past was revealed, it showed that her parents went through a lot, to reach a point that they were madly in love with each other.

She smiled. "Call me Mommy just hija, that's totally where I was going then," she teasingly with a laugh. I just had to laugh. "Hahaha, okay M-Mommy," I replied a bit shyly. "Oh? Isn't it better to listen? By the way, you are beautiful, hija, how old are you again?" she asked again. "Ahm—it was October 29th last month, 23," I answered simply. "Is that so? It's a shame we didn't come," there was regret in her voice. I shook my head.

Hilary, her heart pounding in her chest, her mind filled with a mixture of anger and resentment, hesitated for a moment before unlocking the door and letting her mother into her room. Jaina, her eyes filled with a mixture of hope and apprehension, stepped into the room, her arms outstretched, her heart filled with a desperate desire to reconnect with her daughter. "Hilary, I'm so sorry," she said, her voice a low murmur, her words laced with a sense of regret. "I didn't mean to hurt you. I just wanted to protect you." Hilary, her gaze fixed on her mother, her face a mask of anger, her heart filled with a mixture of resentment and a sense of betrayal, stepped back, her body stiffening, her ar

She was speechless, and she could only look at Lucius in amazement. "No..." The lady, who was standing there stunned, said in disbelief. "Lucius. Please, listen to me. I'm your mother, and I know what's best for you. I just want you to be safe and make the right decisions. I can't give you the blessing you want. I don't want." The lady said firmly and then turned to look at her. "Hija...," it shook its head as if begging. "If you love my son, you will not let him disrespect me because of you. You will not let him suffer because of you...," it said pleadingly.

her mum said smiling "I missed you guys so much." "I know sweetheart but forgive mum and dad dear. We've not been able to visit nor have time for you." said her dad to her "Don't say anymore dad, I know you guys love me." she replied and hugged them again The whole family looks on happy as Rosita and her family reunites. The party continued with sharing of pleasantries and dinning. Soon, it was time for Rosita's family to leave back to the states. Rosita and her husband escorted them to the airport and bided their farewells. The rest of Rosita's journey to motherhood continued peacefully with going to motherhood seminars, antenatal and shopping for baby cloths with Kathie and the rest.

, she said to herself. Then she came in. Inside the room was the old sky kingdom. Kiara cried in great wonder. “I miss that old beautiful home”, she uttered. “Why Iri became like that if she was able to visit our old home?”, Kiara wondered. From the distanced, she saw two women chatting and laughing with each other. The two women was so familiar to her. “Mom”, Kiara mumbled. “Jenova”, said Kiara. Jenova was the mother of Iridessa, she was her mother’s best of friends.

He used the word wife because he did not learn about relations at that time. (Do you cry in front of your wife?) “No.” Hades looked at him confusedly. “Perché non è come mia madre. Se tua moglie è come tua madre, allora è una partner perfetta.” (Because she is not like my mother. If your wife is like your mother, then she is a perfect match) “Oh…” Hades nodded his head. “Ma mia madre non mi ama, quindi anche mia moglie non mi amerà.” He looked down in disappointment.

"You didn't care that Julia was suffering from severe heatstroke. You didn't believe it when a student reported her condition to you. You even stopped Mr. Hodge when he was trying to save her! So you're afraid that people might accuse you of playing favorites, huh?" Dad slowly stepped closer to Mom. "Congratulations. You made it. No one will dare accuse you of playing favorites now. "Everyone in this world now knows that you, Monica Campbell, are the strictest and most impartial woman alive—and you achieved that by sacrificing your daughter's life. How the hell are you even fit to be called a mother?" He practically shouted at the last few words. Mom's knees buckled, and her body slid right

"That's their fight, Mama. Dad doesn't have to risk his pack just for that woman. They are not in our group." "She's my blood." What his mother said astounded both Jasper and me. ---- Jasper's POV "W-what?" I couldn't believe what Mom said. Since Damon's mother is related to him, that means that Damon is related to him, too, and Damon and I may be related. "A-are you related to my mom?" asked Damon. Mom glanced at Damon. "Are you Soledad?" Mama didn't answer; she just looked at Damon. I was even more confused about what was happening.

"Why do you want to be my mother now? Why should I call you mother, when you're not there for me or for Hodja, why?" Bitterness filled Vivian's heart. "I don't even know you. Jaime has considered you his biological mother for half his life, more so than Hodja and I. So how do I call you mother?" Vivian's eyebrows furrowed as she looked toward her mother for an answer, but she said nothing. Breathing out a light breath, Vivian turned away to wipe away her tears.