Novel & Cerita Just Like Mama

From afar, she looked exactly like—-mum! Why the hell does that woman look exactly like my mother?

That little girl was just like her— No mom either. ***

my mom squeaks out. "Malia," I repeat, pacing back and forth in front of the mailboxes while Jayden watches me with deep worry in his eyes. "Mama, she looks exactly like me. Not 'similar.' Not 'kind of alike.' She has my eyes, my nose, my jaw. The only difference is she has green streaks in her hair! We just stood face-to-face and screamed at each other because it was like looking in a mirror!" “Oh my god,” my mom whispers. I hear the faint clatter of a coffee mug hitting a counter, followed by her sharp, ragged intake of breath. “Oh, God. No, no, no...”

“But Mama won’t let up until we’re home.” The word Mama hung in Adam’s ears. This woman--Esther--was Seth’s mama, his mother, not with a capital M but the sort of mother that none of the rebels had ever had. The sort that carries their child in their womb, gives birth, takes care of the child as an infant, and continues to care for them even as they age, like this young man before him now. What it must be like to have one of those, Adam couldn’t fathom. He was certain it must be unlike anything he’d ever experienced before.

Staring in horror and intimidation at Jonathan, Morgan shot a fierce glare at the look on Jonathan's face. "Hm, what is it? Mummy helped me find Papa's sleeping pajamas." She replied nervously. "But why does mum sound like she's moaning in pain?" What else is this Theo? Why are you so smart? "Hm, Mama and Papa hm, what the hell?" "Theo, it can't be explained in words! When you grow up, you'll find out for yourself." Congratulations! Jessica survived this time. "Oh, is it Papa? Sorry." Theo said regretfully.

She might be weirded out. “A stupid one, I guess.” I mumbled. “She wanted me to be different from all the other girls.” She said after a while. Fiddling with her fingers. “I think we both know that there is something else in that story.” I didn’t want to look at her but I was tempted too. She exhaled deeply. “My mom was a girly girl. She wanted to be like my grandmother who was a dancer. But things happened and she didn't get to be like that."

Nakaya nga ni Mama, ako pa ba? Pero lalo pang nadagdagan ang luha sa mata ko nang maalala si Mama. Sinong niloloko ko? I'm never as strong as my mom. Kung siya, kinaya niya ang pagpapakasal sa kaniya ni Papa kahit hindi naman siya nito mahal, ako hindi. Kaya siguro madali lang kay Papa na mag-asawa ulit kasi hindi naman talaga niya minahal si Mama. Namatay siya nang walang ibang hiniling kung hindi ang kasiyahan ni Papa. Sobrang mahal niya si Papa. Naalala ko kung paano ko narinig ang iyak niya habang sinasabi kay Papa na kung saan siya masaya ay iyon ang gawin niya kapag nawala na si Mama. If his happiness is not because of her, she's so willing to give him the happy life even if it means w

"She's not your mommy, you've got the wrong person." "She is Mommy!" "Look carefully! She and your mommy just look alike, they are not the same person at all!"

My mother, Sophie Nash, was also my homeroom teacher, and she loved nothing more than using me to assert her authority. She was convinced that the worse off I was, the more afraid my classmates would be, and the higher her authority would be. Once, when I passed an eraser to a classmate during class, she slapped me so hard across the face in front of the whole class that my face swelled up. Another time, after I secretly ate a crumb of a classmate’s snack during recess, my mom dragged me up to the front of the classroom and pricked my lip with a needle until blood gushed out. Later, when a classmate was caught by the vice principal for having a romantic relationship while underaged, my m

Harper I can’t take my eyes off my momma. It is like seeing a new woman just off the catwalk or from a magazine cover for one of those mags that is like, oh, I don’t know – Homes & Gardens or something. She doesn’t seem to fit in a rehab center. “It’s really me, sweetheart. Come here, let me cuddle you,” Momma says. Damn even her voice sounds different. It’s not hoarse or brittle or angry anymore. It sounds soft and gentle, full of love.