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“Yes, it is, but…I want to tell my side of the story today, if that’s okay with you.” Amanda smiled gently. “Of course, Lisa, if that’s truly what you want.” Lisa nodded, drying her eyes again. “I was only three when my mother died,” she began, “but I remember some details about it. My mother was going grocery shopping while my father stayed home with me. She did not come back for a long time, and I started to get upset because I wanted to see my mother, not my father.” She sniffled. “Father received a call, and then he left me with my uncle Louis for a long time. I was fine with it because my loved Uncle Louis, and he loved playing with me. Then the next morning, Father came home without Mo

“Coming from someone who also lost her husband to her sister is actually rich, Mr Phillips. Do you think I don’t know about your story? How your ex husband died because you? I mean if you had any iota of shame left, you wouldn’t even be showing your face in public. I would rather say your bad karma rubbed off on you daughter” The old lady laughs again, she doesn’t seem upset about my statement. It seems like this mother and daughter sure do not break under pressure. “You are right, I once had a sister, my own elder sister and yes she did the same thing you are doing now but guess what?” She takes a step closer to me and I am forced to back away. Despite being a little old, I can’t lie, she h

I even wondered if she had really gone mad. "You treated me the same way too when I was little, no?" Mom suddenly stopped laughing. The memories of her childhood, as described by her, became fragmented and cruel. It turned out that when Mom was a child, my grandfather eloped with someone else because Grandma couldn't give birth to a son. During that time, Grandma must have lost her sanity and would beat and scold Mom every day. Therefore, in Mom's memory, giving birth to a daughter was a misfortune, and keeping a husband was an instinct all women had.

"Your mother and I had to find our way back to each other across years and obstacles. You and Cora found each other early and just—stayed." "Steady," JJ said. "Same word you used about Grandpa Tommy and Aunt Melanie. Same word Mom used about you, actually, once she stopped being mad about the cabinet doors." "Your mother told you about the cabinet doors fight?" "She tells everyone about the cabinet doors fight. It's become family legend." JJ smiled. "The lesson, apparently, is that real love survives mundane arguments just as much as dramatic ones." "Truer words." Duke clapped his son's shoulder. "You ready?"

But across the table, Zara's eyes had flickered, just once, toward Caelith's mother and then away again, filed and released the way Zara filed and released everything, and she said nothing, and the conversation moved on, and the moment dissolved into the ordinary warmth of the table the way moments do when nobody decides to hold onto them. The evening softened into something genuinely good. Her father told the story about the time he'd nearly burned down the kitchen attempting a soufflé for her mother's fortieth birthday, a story Caelith had heard easily thirty times and that still made her laugh properly, the kind of laugh that came from somewhere unguarded. Her mother countered with her ow

My mother-in-law stood up, suppressing her anger as she walked toward me. I raised my gaze and spoke softly, "I would appreciate it if you could be more explicit, Mom." My mother-in-law crossed her arms and circled around me and Zac repeatedly. "You can't even control your own man, Anna, don’t you think you're at fault? "In front of everyone, your legal husband is flirting with other woman. The media is gossiping about it. Don't you find it embarrassing? If you don't mind being embarrassed, I do!" My mother-in-law's voice echoed in the hall as she picked up a whip from the cabinet and slowly approached me.

Grandmother is one sweet and humble lady however today she was fierce as fire when Livia her own daughter spoke absurd about small baby who was found abandon in forest… Livia was in deep trauma with her mother sudden outburst; her mouth remained hung opened as she whispered “Mo… Mother… y… you hit… you hit me….?” Grandmother lowered her gaze to small baby in her hand, her eyes filled with tears… Livia her own flesh and blood was a stubborn and out spoken from birth… yet grandmother never even raised her voice on her… however today she slapped her hard for speaking ill of a small baby girl which is more precious than a jewel to her… “Mother in law… have you gone mad... how can you raise your

“Which one is it? Lucian? Isabella? Your mother? Dominic? Victor?” “Isabella,” I grunted. “Last night Granny Wilson said she was a load our mother should have swallowed, and I’ve never agreed with the Elder more.” Valeria let out a sharp bark of laughter. “Your grandmother is a force of nature. Mine sits in a rocking chair knitting pelt-warmers. Yours runs the Nightwood mafia with an iron fist.” We both snickered. Granny had once challenged a rival Matriarch to a duel in the middle of a Sacred Mating ceremony for trying to cheat at the ritual bets.

he jokes. "Ha-ha very funny... We both know my dad is their favourite... And you were not drugged tied to bed to take your sperm!" I remind him what his mother did to me. My grandmother was never the sweet old lady you watch in the movies or read in books, she is the manipulative lady who does everything in her power to get what she wants while acting all innocent and cute. That is the best way to describe my grandmother. Lana Jacobs could win an award for her acting skills.

"Don't hit Mommy! Grandpa, don't hit Mommy…" I hurriedly pulled Gillian into my arms and comforted her, the gears in my mind turning desperately for an answer to this strange mess. My mother-in-law Maria entered just as Lincoln was about to strike me again, having just finished her card game. Her face twisted with frustration the moment she heard Gillian's cries. "All you do all day is cry!" she complained. "All my luck went down the drain because of your silly crying! I lost so much today…" That was when she realized Lincoln was in the midst of slapping me. Immediately, her frustration gave way to confusion.