How Old Is Your Mama Novels & Stories

"As far as I can tell, yes. I haven't noticed as many changes recently, but your early twenties do not really have many growth spurts. Surely you've experienced the same." "I am still a few months from twenty. But- Ok. So you aren't some sort of ancient predator." "No, that's my mother." He laughed, but he did not sound as jovial as he looked. "She has been around for much longer than she should have. Alone for most of it, and it shows. Most of our relatives wait to turn their kids, the usual age is eighteen. Arabella lasted as long as sixteen before mother got impatient."

"Ask all.. I am willing to answer, ``he replied. "Who is your mother and how old is she before she dies?" I asked. "She is a white witch, who went to the afterlife together with my Dad when she was 1300 years old then. Point of correction, she went to heaven created for a good witch and wizard who wanted to retire on earth, she did not die... There is a spell to read for that and you vanish there. You can't use the spell until you are 1000 years old" He replied.

Bria stated matter-of-factly. "And why do you have such weird thoughts about mates?" I asked them, and this time they shrugged. "Dad found Mom when he was 27, while Mom was 20. You found your mate when you were 24. Even other people like Uncle Ellon, Uncle Matt, Uncle Jack, Aunt Layla, Aunt Mia, Aunt Sarah, all found their mates in their twenties... Do you still think it's worth thinking about our mates when we are only teenagers?"

I closed my eyes and patiently waited for the big reveal. "You're going to be a sister!" my mother announced. My eyes snapped open. "What?" "I'm pregnant." I made a face mixed with disbelief and disgust. "At your old age?" My mother's face instantly went from "happy-happy-joy-joy" to "you better make yourself scarce or my twin blades will find themselves buried in your flesh." "Alexus, don't be disrespectful. Your mother's only 36. That's not old." "You're one to talk, aren't you like 50?"

mom yells again from down stairs. "I'm coming ma!" I grabbed my bag pack and slinged it on my shoulder before leaving my room and running downstairs. I met her at the kitchen sipping her coffee and holding her work phone. Ma may be in her late forties but she would pass as woman in her early twenties. Some say the were wolf gene is part but this is a miracle.

I stood next to my mom and walked along side her. "Mummy I'm so glad you here." I professed smiling profoundly. "Me to honey, I had to do a lot of begging to come." she insinuated with a little smile on her pretty face. My mom isn't that old, she gave birth to me when she 16 years old, so she's 36 years old at the moment. "What?!" I exclaimed in surprise. "Mom I can't believe you had to beg to come to your own daughter's graduation ceremony." I fumed in anger.

My mom says. "Yeah but mom there are simpler ways to things." I say angry that she wouldn't just leave him. "Vanessa you can judge all my choices, but you can't understand my situation because it isn't happening to you." My mom says. My mother is in her late fifties but she looks actually very young, you would think she's in her forties or something not that there's anything wrong with getting old or being in her fifties. She's gorgeous and she could easily find someone else, move on but no she's completely and utterly in love with my father despite everything he has put her through.

We’re all worried. I leaned back against the seat, seeing my mother in a whole new light. “How old were you when Papá was shot?” Mama hummed as her eyelids fluttered. “I was seventeen when your father and I were married. This would have been about six months after that. I’d only recently learned I was pregnant.” “Seventeen,” I repeated, “pregnant and the husband you barely knew was shot?”

She looks happy. My mother is a beautiful woman with her classic pin-up girl looks. You’d never think that she’s in her late fifties. Even though her life hasn’t been easy, she has always kept a good attitude. “You look good, mom. It looks like you had a really good time. Was it everything you thought it would be?”

Grandma: fifteen years Our eyes widened Ugwa and I : what? Grandma : or was it fourteen? Ugwa : ain't that too early? Grandma : no it wasn't as at then. That's why your mother is 45. I had her 1975 when I was sixteen Ugwa : I feel it's too early Me: if you were born then, you'd be a mother of two at 18 She chuckled and brought the plate of cupcakes to me Ugwa : and if you were born then, you'd be a grandpa now