If Your Mother Only Knew Mga Nobela at Kwento

“I can see your mother in you.” People talked about how I resembled my father, since they only knew him. It was my first time that someone mentioned someone else. I only knew my father based on his images, news, and how people talked about him. On the other hand, no one talked about my mother, as if she didn’t exist. She was a mystery not for me, but the whole world. So to hear someone finally mention her was unexpected. “You know my mother?” Tristan nodded. “Of course I know. She was … the reason why I can live this far.” []

“I’m going to be okay, Mom.” “I know you are.” The same three words from the kitchen. But different now. Not the silence of a mother who couldn’t say what she meant. The certainty of a mother who’d watched her daughter fight a war and write a book and hold a family together and prove an innocence and fall in love with the right person the hard way. I know you are. Meaning: I believe you. Finally. Completely.

Afterward, I did the same thing a few times. No matter how absurd the situation became, as long as it involved Dad, Mom would completely lose her mind and throw herself into the chaos. If I sent a message through Dad's phone today, Mom would show up the next day, right on time, to beat someone to the ground. Eventually, Mom had a falling out with all her old friends. No one even invited her to play poker anymore. As the incidents piled up, Mom didn't notice anything unusual while the victims in the neighborhood banded together.

There's been many times when I've heard those words come from my Mother's mouth when I was growing up, especially when it came to an audition or a Ballet that I was in. I smiled."That's exactly what my Mom used to say." "Which is why I said it. I remember everything even the small things.If your Mother was here she would tell you for herself." If my Mother was here I wouldn't be in the situation I'm in. If my Father woke up from his Coma tomorrow, imagine telling him all of this.It sure as hell wouldn't be long before he's taken an heart attack. I sighed."I should probably get going.I've left Finley at home alone with Jeremy so God only knows what he's telling him."I threw my things into my

she answered, throwing her hand in the air. My pursed lips trembled as I tried to process what she said. I wasn’t her brightest child, but everything she said confused me. I must have become dumber after knowing the truth, as they had not come out one by one but spread like a plague. “Y-You know Teddy?” I blinked, asking my mother stupidly. “How… How did you know him?” Mom released a long sigh, probably telling herself I had lost my brain when I gave birth… or maybe it was I who had that realization.

I asked. ‎My mother shook her head. “No. She said once she knew we were on our way, she had to go.” ‎I nodded slowly, absorbing that. Something warm and painful settled in my chest at the thought of her , the only kindness in that house. ‎ ‎I closed my eyes briefly, exhaustion pressing down on me. ‎“Does he know?” I asked quietly. ‎My mother stiffened slightly. “No.” ‎Relief washed through me so suddenly it made my chest ache.

That was why she still hadn't realized that her mother was gone. However, Yelena wasn't the type to reflect on herself, so that left all of the blame squarely on Phillip. "You've enjoyed so much, but that all comes at a price. Do you seriously think she loves you so much that she can't live without you? Those few seconds earlier? That was probably the peak of your life right there. I wish you luck!" Yelena was completely oblivious to what I said to Phillip. "Impossible! There's no way Mom is dead! She's definitely fine! I'm heading back to see her now. I'm going to bring her here and have her listen for herself what her beloved son-in-law is saying about her!"

“Be specific, mother.” She sighed. “Strike while your enemy least expects it.” Confusion was all over my face as I looked at her again. “What are you trying to say, mother?” She palmed her forehead. “If you want to get your enemies, hit them where they least expect it!” My mother’s words didn’t make sense until she repeated the same thing. A plan suddenly formed in my mind, and I smiled brightly as I looked at my mother’s confused face. “Why do you look so happy?”

And somewhere in the middle of the third page my mother's voice came back to me. *Just because we were your best parents in the world doesn't mean we were good people.* I had been sitting with those words since the night she said them. Turning them over. Wondering what she meant. Telling myself she was delirious. Telling myself grief made people say strange things. She wasn't delirious. She had known exactly what she was saying. And now I understood every single word of it. The UK. I pressed my hand flat on the page.

It was just a stuck town. “My mother made a comment one time during dinner, she said if only there was one person on the side of the good people, just one, then there wouldn’t be so much bad news.” Jesse nods, I can’t tell if he agreed with my mother or my stance was finally perfect. “So all you’ve done is to please your mother then.” Like I was standing under a red spotlight, I turn red, eyes wide. He chuckles, “It’s so cute when you get wide eyed.”