Just Like Mama Novels & Stories

“No.” “I am 12, not stupid.” My mother sniffed out a throaty laugh. “You are smart Alex.” she grabbed both my hands in hers. “You know I love you right?” I nodded. “I love you too.” Her lips trembled. Her hold tightened. “You will grow into such a handsome man.” I smiled. “Like Captain America?” Mom swallowed, ruffling the hair on my head. “Yes like him.” I stared as another tear dropped from my mother’s eye landing on my hand. “Why are you crying?”

She felt her lungs become tight as her eyes began to sting. "I think a Momma is someone who would eat nasty spinach when they want butta butta cake. And a Momma is going to fix up her baby's room so that she can be a princess. A Momma is going to work extra hard so that her baby has what they need. A Momma does my hair and not the other way around! Momma's cook dinner instead of bringing home fish and French fries for dinner every other day! And a Momma should say, Juicy you are not alone; even though Felix is dead now, you are not alone!" Her hands were balled into tight fists and she looked down at them suddenly.

She said loudly so that everyone could hear the Elythrea did not do well. "And where did you get that video! Do we know if they just edited their faces there!" Elythrea's mom shouted. She is defending Elythrea because who is the mother who will not defend her child even if what is being done is wrong, right? like mother like daughter.

Around the campfire, our friends swayed to the rhythm, their voices joining in a heartfelt chorus that echoed through the night. As Julius sang, his voice filled with emotion and love, Star felt her heart overflowing with happiness and sang along. Like a mother worried 'bout her daughter I'll be there, no matter the water Through the storms, I'll keep you safe and sound In my arms, you'll always be found Like a mother worried 'bout her daughter Like a father tries to direct his son I'll guide you through life's twists and turns With love that never comes undone Just like a father teaching his boy to stand tall

Okay honey, I’ll make everything for you, and what’s with you calling me mama, momma, mommy and all, why don’t you stick to one , I like mommy,” Mahira said “Mmmmm, nope, I like Mama, Moma, Mimi and I also like Mommy, ha ha ha, you’re my mommy, I can call you with any name, you’re mine, only mine okay moma,” Mahira sighed as her last line reminded her of someone, ‘like father, like daughter,’ she went and prepared the stuff for Tama While Tama was being fed food, Mahira also judiciously broke the news of Wakanovak and family. She skipped some bits of information as she didn’t want Tama to get confused, but she was a brilliant kid and accepted all information with much zest, vigour and happin

"That sounds like an order. And I think you're right. Good night, Aiden. I love you." "Love you too, Ash. Bye for now." As Aiden pulls away, I see my mother open the door. "Are you excited about tomorrow? I've made hot chocolate for you." My mother knows that hot chocolate is my vice in winter. It calms me down and warms me up. What's not to love? "Yes, I am nervous excited if that's what you mean." "Come inside."

Jessica grinned and looked at her mother. She said, "Good evening, Tita." Mom gave her a smile. Mom said, "Come in. Just wait here for a while, and I'll make a juice for you." She then entered our tiny kitchen. Jessica sat down and regarded me with interest. She looked about our house and said, "Your mom looks familiar, but I just could not remember where did I saw her." I shrugged my shoulders and remarked, "Really? But I don't think so." She remarked something that made me blink, "I bet you look like your father since you don't have any resemblance in your mother."

I’d never heard my mama speak like this. “Missy, you will rise up from this fog and get your shit together! You are Phoenix MOTHERFUCKING Greeley, the baddest bitch ever, and you are MY daughter! And about to be the ultimate mother! Show them all exactly what you are made of! Kick ass and take no prisoners!” Freya snickered and said, “Now that’s what I’m talking about! That’s our mama!” I felt power flow from Freya, and it made me sit up and grab mama and hold her tight.

I distinctly heard Yelena Lipton gasp on the other end of the phone, followed by several seconds of silence. "Mom's… gone? H-How could that be? This is just too sudden! I didn't mean to be absent. I-I'll buy tickets for the soonest flight possible and head back right away. Wait for me to come back, okay?" "No need. From now on, you and I should go our separate ways. There's no need for us to be tied together anymore. This is exactly what you want, isn't it?"

Something inside her, the part that used to flinch at invitations she wasn’t ready for, the part that worried about expectations, softened. This wasn’t pressure. It wasn’t performance. It was just an offering. “I’d love to,” she said, surprising herself with how easy it felt. The diner smelled like syrup and stories. Old vinyl booths lined the walls, their seats cracked and patched. The menus were laminated and slightly sticky, corners curled from years of use. The waitress called them “sweetheart” like it was a prayer instead of a habit. They slid into a booth by the window, the streetlight outside flickering and casting their table in alternating gold and shadow. Raegan set her groceries o