How Old Is Your Mama Novels & Stories

“You are still too young! What do you even know about relationships?” Spider snorted at the lecture that was about to begin. I shot him a glower and defended myself. “Actually, Mama was twenty-one when she married Papa and he was her first love. She wasn’t even my age when she had me…” “And I was seventeen when I had my Aniela. Do you know why? Because back then, that was the age most girls married at. Your mother didn’t marry young in her time either. And you..have you even ever had a boyfriend?”

"Of course... Mama was 23 by that time when I married your Papa." "How old was he when you married Papa, Mama?" He looked at me before his eyes lingered in the portrait painting. I released a sigh. "He was... six years older than me." I felt my heart constricted somehow. I remembered how Desmond emphasized before that. It was a good memory that I thought I could still recall. "Twenty-nine," he uttered, which I nodded. "Mama, have you been happy before?" he asked innocently. I smiled and gently tapped his nose. "I am way happier when I have my little man in my life," I said, diverting it.

her mum said in an excited tone. Arlene turned the volume up to the loudest and they kept up with their mini karaoke which was pretty much loud, because people on the road started to look at them. But then none of them cared, to Arlene her mum was a vibe and not like the regular southingham mothers who were boring and lame. These were the moments she lived for, there was never a dull moment with her mum even though they had little cat fights, but it was normal with females. “Do you think dad would be back from work by now?” Arlene asked her mum who was still caught up in the blues of the music playing.

Gloria smiled while looking at Sabrina. "What's the matter? Am I not allowed to at my age?" Sabrina touched her mother's hand. "Mom, you're only in your early fifties. You're a few years younger than Madam Elsa, and you're in very good shape. Of course, you can date." Her mother sighed slightly. "Then, that's alright. Don't worry. I know what I'm doing." "Mm-hmm. I believe you, Mom."

“What does that have to do with me?” “Damian, you need to get married,” my mother said calmly. “You’re thirty-four. Time doesn’t wait for anyone, and neither does tradition.” She studied me for a moment. “I believe you’ve seen the video circulating online by now.” “I did,” I replied evenly, meeting Grandpa’s gaze. “Now I want an explanation.”

" Abram smiled at how she tell her story with depth and passion laced her every words. He still can't decide which is more beautiful. Her voice or her. Nika however frowning and still staring at Zara says. "Don't you think you're too young to be their mother, Zara. What are you, 18?" Mikael grinned while Adam and his sons just rolled their eyes. Zara turned towards Nika proudly and said. "26 actually and no. I don't think I'm that young to be the mother to my children as I can see you are young enough to be the mother of yours."

"How's your son doing? You left New York so suddenly, everyone was so worried." This woman was definitely Yurissa. Yurissa sighed and downed the rest of her Bloody Mary. "He's fine. He turns 156 weeks In 2 weeks." I snorted. "Why do parents either refer to their children's age as in months, weeks or days. Just frickin call him 2 years old." Yurissa burst out laughing. "I just love messing with people. I hate it when new parents do that, too. Matthew is 2 years, almost 3."

Mom asked in a cracking voice. "It is quite obvious that he has been possessed by that witch," Camile spat out. "She is not a witch. Her real name is Gina Blake, and you all know her as Emelia, my kids' mother. So you should be mindful of how you disrespect her," I screamed out, but this only worsened it as both mom and Camila lashed out on me. "Enough!" Grandfather's thick voice echoed across the room. He had been seated quietly with his head rested on his cane.

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’s why I am glad that they had me young. My mom is just forty-eight years old and my dad turned fifty some months ago! If I had found my mate earlier like they did, I would have had my kids in my early twenties too. It’s not like it’s too late for me. I am just saying. I like how my mom and I aren’t that far in age. Well, I have a daughter who is seven years old too so that makes up for it. “Don’t worry, I won’t die yet! Not until I see all seven of your kids and probably their kids too. I just know I will be a cool great-grandmother,”