Hija Y Madre Novels & Stories

“Who are you?” Fiona’s lips parted, emotion flickering across her face. She moved toward Henry but then hesitated, as if afraid she might break him. “My sweet boy,” she whispered. “I never wanted to leave you. But they took you away from me. I fought hard but couldn't get you back. I'm your mother, Henry." Henry's eyes filled with tears as he reached out a trembling hand towards Fiona, finally recognizing the woman who is a stranger but has a familiar warmth in her eyes.

"If I may know... who is your mother?" Strange. Pandora's brow furrowed as Aceli showed the same reaction. She seemed to be at a loss to decipher what Pandora was asking. Isn't the word 'mother' a difficult thing to understand? "What is a mother, Sister?" Pandora's eyebrows raised high; how could Aceli not know that most important part? She was supposed to receive affection from a female figure. "Mom is mommy. I mean, mom and mommy are the same. Just like there's a daddy, there's a mommy. Now where is Aceli's mommy?"

I take a moment to appreciate this tranquility. Suddenly, the front door of the apartment swings open, and a woman in her late 40s storms out, her voice filled with fiery Italian curses. It takes me a second to realize it's Hazel's mother. The resemblance between the two is striking. They share the same petite build, face, and even the same fiery tone when upset. Hazel stands on the porch, silently observing her mother's exit. The contrast between them is evident. She's dressed in a white tank top and black shorts, with her hair fashioned into a high messy bun – effortlessly sexy.

That girl's disheveled state was constantly running in front of her eyes. "Hira, are you mad? What nonsense are you speaking? Do you know what you are saying and about whom are you saying?" Her mother pulled her by her arm and shouted angrily at her. She can't control herself from slapping her daughter. She has a firm belief that Hira must have some misunderstanding. "Mama, believe me. Mama, if you are doubting what I said then you people go with me to Shah's house." Hira said holding her mother by her hand.

Zia said for Harden to frown. “Who is her?” He asked for the kids to look at each other. “Grandma said she’s not our mommy,” Zayn said for Harden to chuckle. “She is your mommy, if she’s not, why do you have a mixture of her hair?” He asked Zia who looked at her hair and then sighed. “From today henceforth, don’t say much to her, she’s your mommy, she birth to you both at once, do you think that’s easy mmm?” He asked for the twin to shake their head.

But for now. Ophelia let out a sigh and said; "This is Zara, Hazel... Vivian's mother" Hazel stood there in shock, she removed her eyes from her mother, staring at the woman beside her. Maybe it was because she was only focused on her mother and she wasn't paying attention to her but right now...she felt like she was looking at Vivian. They looked so alike...too alike and someone would easily mistake them for each other. But how? How did her mother know her and where had she been all this while?

Madison said, giggling with pride. Jason sighed and glanced at Madison. Finally, he came to a conclusion that this woman’s world view was wrong. Although her son was her biological son, the girls were also the biological daughters of their mothers. At this moment, in a luxurious villa in Mediterrania, a little girl was sitting in the living room, accompanied by a woman who was no longer beautiful and young. Judging from her look, she should be a grandmother, but the little girl called the woman mother.

Why didn’t he treat Xavia with that kind of attitude? Jenna felt very angry, but when she thought of Xavia’s threat, she took a step forward and squatted down in front of Maison. After that, she looked directly at him. “Maison, I’m your biological mother. With your high intelligence, you should understand what this means, right? Hmm?” Maison naturally understood. Since ancient times, poems and songs have been circulating about the greatness and selflessness of motherly love. But…he could not see or feel even an ounce of motherly love from Jenna at all.

Hana immediately looked at her mother questioningly, a mixture of confusion and curiosity about their true relationship. "Do you know that person?" Hana asked. "Sukma, she's Andreas's mother." Hana was shocked to hear this, not expecting the woman in front of her to be Andreas's mother. Hana immediately got out of her car, curious. "What's wrong?" "You're the daughter of that homewrecker, you have no sense!" cursed Sukma, now pulling Hana's hair. Ayudia, who had been in the car, couldn't accept her child being treated like that. She immediately became angry with Sukma.

She glanced at my new appearance while blinking. She exhaled, "What the fuck?" similar to what she had just yelled at Roland for stating. "Mabella? Hija?" Hey, madre, I said with a warm smile. Even if my mother and I didn't always get along and were at opposite ends of a fairly broad spectrum, she was still my mother. She reached out and tightly embraced me. She held me at arm's length and examined me before releasing me. She smiled and said, "Mabella.. you look so grown up. You look just like your abuela." identical to your namesake. As she tucked my hair behind my ear, she grinned. The question is, "How did this happen, Hija?"