Just Like Mama Novels & Stories

Jasmine slid off the couch and padded over to her, wrapping her little arms around Scarlet’s waist. “Don’t be sad, Mommy. I love you.” Scarlet’s chest tightened, and she crouched down to hug Jasmine properly, pulling her close. “Oh, Jas…” she whispered, her voice breaking. “I just… I don’t know what to do anymore. Everything feels so… impossible.” Jasmine pulled back slightly and looked into her mother’s eyes. “You’re the best mommy ever. You’re strong, and you always fix things. Don’t give up. Daddy will help you too!”

Perhaps he had sensed my emotions and was trying to comfort me. At that moment, Tiana came to walk home with me. Her vibrant energy seemed to shine as she waved to me from a distance. Somewhere deep inside, a small seed seemed to sprout. Maybe, just maybe, if I could endure a little longer, I too could be like Tiana. I would have a bright future and a clear and open path ahead. When I returned home that night, I saw Mom sitting in the living room again. The all-too-familiar scene made my heart skip a beat.

Penny, men are unreliable creatures. I knew then that she was thinking of her past again. Mom grew up in the country and fell in love with a "bad boy" like most youngsters nowadays. This was the person Thomas had referred to as my birth father. Mom cut all ties with her family to be with my father and left the country with him. At first, my father promised her the world. He told her he would work hard to earn a lot of money so that Mom could have it easy. Mom was still in her early 20s then, so she had believed every single word my father had said.

She understood that they were confused because they did not understand what she meant by that. After all, they were still too young and could not understand what she meant. " Oh, I think mommy meant that she had met a very big tiger!" " It's a bad thing, mommy must have been so scared!" " My goodness!" She said and smiled as she looked at Kim and Ray. " Defeat it!" " Kill it!”" What if it sees mommy again and want to kill her? Beauty, do something about it!" " Okay!" She replied fearfully and pretended as if they were defeating it with the panda in Kia's hand.

Mama nodded in affirmative. "Noooo Grandma, I like only golden morn." Mama’s nose twitched. "Golden morn, ke? Are you a tata? Cause only newly born babies eat golden morn." May laughed. Mama then raised her two hands like she was about to flap it like a chicken. "You need to swallow Eba. It makes you strong. That's what Grandma has been eating." Maryam laughed and Grandma laughed too. A figure entered the room, disrupting their giggles and Mama looked up at her son with disgust.

his mother said to him. “I hope you are right mother because that person doesn’t look like Alice in any way. She doesn’t feel like Alice and she definitely doesn’t act like Alice but I am taking you for your word and hoping and believing that she would come out of this strong, like she always has” Liam said to his mother.

Marsha tried to dig deep. “Jealous of you?” Anna scoffed. “If that’s what you think, so shall it be. But I have never been jealous of you. Ever since I know you, I have always pitied you.” “Pity me?” Marsha let out in a surprise-questioning tone. She giggled, adding, “nothing happens to me. I have always lived a better life. I have the best dad in the world. Everyone love me. And I am getting married to the best man in the world. So, definitely you envy me.”

I called slowly, making her turn away from the window and look at me. "You know I'm your mother and I love you so much, right?" I asked. She gazed at me as if trying to decipher what I was going on about, then she nodded. "You know you mean the world to me and I will do absolutely anything for…" "Yeah, I know mum. You will do anything for me. You sound just like our teacher when she is trying to motivate us. But honestly mum, motivational speaking doesn't suit you," she said. I gasped and glowered at her.

I don't know if it's literally crazy or crazy. You are really a mother. Heyyy!

“You look so much like your mother.” My chest tightened. “My… my mother?”