If Your Mother Only Knew Mga Nobela at Kwento

She didn’t want to meet me, but I begged the prison guard for the last visit. “Forget about me, Carys. Take good care of yourself. Don’t end up like me. I’ve made too many mistakes.” Her voice was gruff, and tears rolled down her cheeks. The weight in my chest held me back from saying anything. “You’ll always be my mother,” I said shakily. Mom burst out crying, releasing her innermost emotions. “Be a better person in your next life, Mom. Don’t make the same mistakes again.” She nodded and silently mouthed the words, “I love you”.

I d‍idn't​ answer. "Bec​aus​e part of you knows t​he‌re's nowhere to go‌. No one to go⁠ to.⁠ Your‍ mother sol​d you. Yo‌ur fa‍mily er‌ased yo​u. Y​ou jump out that wi​ndow and run into the forest, you'll die ou​t ther‌e alone. And some part of you knows‌ that'⁠s worse than staying." "S⁠hut up‍."

She had warned me my 'I give a damn to anyone's opinion about me' attitude would land me into trouble with the person whose opinion would matter to me. I had laughed at her claims and scoffed off the thought, pretty confident that no one would ever matter to me for me to be concerned. I could almost imagine my mother's smug expression, one hand on waist and pointing a chubby finger under my nose 'Learnt your lesson the hard way, smarty pants?' Shaking my head I tried to get rid of my mother's image from my head. "Mother's do know every thing, don't they?" I muttered to myself.

"Are you really going to watch your mother die?" The longer she talked, the steadier she became. Six years of marriage had taught her exactly where my weakness was. She was right. If my mother hadn't died on that operating table, I might have given in. However, she had thrown away the only leverage she had. I drove my foot into Diana's stomach. She slammed into the TV with a loud crash. "My mother's condition no longer matters to me. "All I want now is your life." I raised the knife and stepped toward her.

"It won't hurt more than it's hurting now. And then, I'll help you glue the pieces back together and pack your bags. But listen to your mother's advice, I've lived a little longer than you, my daughter, I already know some of life's tricks." My mother smiled at me with confidence, that confidence every mother has that their child is good enough to reach their dreams. I returned her smile, but I didn't have the same confidence she did.

But again, curiosity got the best of me. Me: What if I ignore your conditions? Unknown: You mom will be next. My heart dropped at his reply. This...could only mean one thing. My mom will die. As much as I was curious to know what it is, I love my mom and I couldn't risk it. Me: Then I'm not interested in whatever it is you know. His next reply made fear seize me. Unknown: It's too late to back out now. Either way, your mom will be gone so be a good girl and make the right choice.

“You’ve been put through the wringer these last few years. Go and enjoy a night out with your best friend and let us cheer Noah up.” “I feel like I don’t know if I’m making the right choices anymore,” I said. “It feels like every choice is the wrong choice for someone. For me. For my business partners. For my son.” “That’s just life, honey,” she said. “I don’t think we ever know for sure. We just do the best we can.” I nodded and straightened my back. My mother kept her hands perched on my shoulders and smiled at me with such love. “You’re doing fine, Bratt,” she said. “Just keep following that gut instinct of yours.”

I’m going to use everything that I know against them. My mother brushes her long black shiny hair back over her shoulder while she plasters her fake smile on. “Well, hello, son. I was getting worried that you were going to run or something.” I snort escapes from me as my smirk widens. “Me. Run. You don’t know me very well if you think I would run. However, you were never around so it doesn’t surprise me you wouldn’t know.” Ha. Alex one, parents zero.

"My mother used you, you know that and you're not angry at all?" "In my opinion, it's all in balance. Without your mother's help, I wouldn't have known that my abilities were up to this. It's a mutual relationship."

Her hands were in the air. “Since all you know how to do is to stay dumb, remain dumb, and enjoy being dumb. What is your problem, huh? You only know how to make your mother satisfied, not anyone else. She always does the wrong thing yet you support her. “Watch your tongue. My mother is always right. She’s old and knows life more than you. She knows how to handle situations like this unlike you who are acting all too childish and goofy.”