Romans & histoires How Old Is Yo Mama

One hard slap landed perfectly on the handsome man's cheek. Yoona's tears immediately flowed down her cheeks. "HOW DOES PAPA ACCEPT MAMA THAT'S A BITCH IS JUST FOR DEFENDING THE DISGUSTING GIRL WHO HAS MADE OUR FAMILY TURNED UP!" Mrs. Yoon snapped disappointed. "PAPA SHOULD BE A MAN WHO WAS ALWAYS WITH MAMA FOR MORE THAN THIRTY YEARS, UNDERSTAND, IF MOM DON'T MAYBE DOING SOMETHING LIKE THAT! MAMA

I think I look a bit like the man. And I observe one more thing. They both look very much older than my Mom, at least more than 50. Yeah, they should be that much old since their eldest daughter is 26 while Michael is my Mom's first child, born to her at 25. And my Mom looks so much younger than her age. No one seeing her for the first time will say, she is over thirty five. "..Why did you come here at this time ? ", Michael’s Dad finishes his sentence in a gentle tone.

"That always makes me fight, aunt. Then when he gets angry, he puts me to sleep." I raised my eyebrows. Well, that's reporting? "Luh! It's not possible Ma, that's just an invention." "Ha... look auntie is still denying." I was about to answer when Mama got ahead of me. "Goodness, you are so cute," said Mama excitedly. "May I know how many years, months, weeks, days, or minutes you have been?" "Seriously Ma? Just a minute?" I asked laughingly. "Yep. I see someone on my F******k feed celebrating their minutesarry together."

I asked. “ I can’t get much past you, can I?” dad asked. I shook my head and continued eating. He told me that this woman is younger than him and a single mom of five year old. I noticed he tensed when he said younger. “ How much younger are we talking?” I asked. I don’t think I can handle him dating a twenty year old. It would be gross to me. “ She is thirty five.” dad told me.

Mom was standing a short distance away on the curb, the sunlight making her look radiant. It hit me then that for as long as I'd been alive, Mom's face hadn't changed. For over 20 years, she'd looked exactly the same—youthful and untouched by time. I controlled my breathing as I approached her. Making up an excuse about a leaf stuck in her hair, I leaned in to get a close look at her face. Sure enough, the fine line at the corner of her eye was gone again. A sharp pain shot through my chest. I couldn't bear to face the truth staring back at me.

“That?” “Oh my God, mom. You are 38 going on 39, not 38 going on 60. You’d look hot in that outfit and I’m sure Bobby will love to show you off to his mom.” Jackie had to give it to Sam, she was probably right. The last mother she met was Greg’s and she was a stuffy older woman who frowned upon Jackie anyway and she was just trying not to repeat that same horrible meeting.

"Yes, you do, she and your brother were in high school together and she used to come over to our houses" My mom disclosed, which means she should be around Max's age which means l would be five years older than her, wow, just wow. I thought. "Mom, how old is she?" I asked wanting to confirm. "I think, twenty-three or twenty-four," "Mom!!! You got me a lady I am seven years older than? What am I supposed to do? Teach her how to live?" "Just wait until you meet her, you will like what you see," "Which family is she from by the way?"

“Your mother-in-law says that she’s not allowed to have babies before the age of eighteen.” I felt myself pale at the implicit threat in his voice. My mother in law? I had heard some beliefs regarding the children of the moon, but I never believed they were true. The moon mother laughed loudly, just before she disappeared.

mama exclaimed loud as she was so surprised with what I said. "How was she Ma?" I asked her. "She was probably shy! She was good. I think she is already so well, back in her normal age because she doesn't care anymore about toys and the kid's book. I found her scanning and reading these magazines here. She acts matured and even on her words." Mama explained to me seriously.

I walked over to the balcony, enjoying the wind before softly replying, "I've called you like this several times before, Yohan." It was also my first time being a mother. I felt anxious and did not know what to do every time Julian got sick. Even with the family doctor present, I still called Yohan with trembling hands. My voice broke whenever I begged for him to come home. However, I could still recall his icy reply back then. I replied, "You told me, it's one thing I couldn't take care of myself, but how could I fail to take care of Juli as well?" "Naomi, I—" Yohan's voice was hoarse.