Kailan Ba Ang Mothers Day Novels & Stories

“How could you be so sure? I won't promise you that my friends and I will stay put. I will fight this time. My Mom did not raise me to be a pathetic loser.” “Order the freshest flower that you could buy and the most beautiful one. Deliver it to that park. No. Come with me. But before that, call my driver. Send him the address.” ---------- Mother’s Day, huh? Why did not I remember that today was Mother’s Day? Was that the reason why Mom kept on calling me? To remind me of that special day? And then there was Carmela. She had been pestering me since midnight. So it had something to do with the celebration today.

The night of her eighteenth birthday was supposed to be the happiest of Emily's life. “Growing up, my mother used to tell me that mates are the Moon Goddess’s greatest blessing,” I whispered, the words barely audible over the scrape of the broom against the cold stone floor. “She said they are your protector, your other half—the one who will love and cherish you until eternity.”

She asked with looks that seemed as if she was about to cry. " Can I do it for my mommy?" Beauty asked again while the rest of them hurriedly walked up. " Can I carry the water for mommy?" Kia asked. " No! I want to do that for mommy!" Kia asked again." No, kids, it's fine. I will make sure to do that myself okay? Just get me a towel" she said while the three of them rushed off to find the towel. They all loved their mother and would not want anything to happen to her.

My mother was retiring soon which was after the moon festival in three days time, though she wasn't Luna for a long time but she did a lot and I have to take over from her soon. The moon festival was an event meant to celebrate the moon goddess and her blessings of blessing each and every one of us with a mate. The moon festival was in three days time and was to take place for three days too. On the third day was the mating ceremony where I will be mated to my mates for life, a ceremony I couldn't wait for.

But even after all that, still no mark appeared, I guess I'm not meant for greatness after all. “It is not about being worthy, for that child, I know you are. It is the will of the Moon Goddess. We don’t get to choose, and we don’t get to question her” Elder Maxine said smoothly. Her old voice was crackly but still soothing. “I don’t understand, she hasn’t blessed us with a daughter for over two hundred years. What is she waiting for?” I complained. I know I shouldn’t, it's not my place to question the will of the All Mother. Maybe there won’t be another, maybe none of us are worthy anymore. But if I'm wrong, what could she be waiting for?

“Will Grecia become suspicious if she sees us leaving together?” “Mom left early in the morning for a ladies' day. She has friends her age, and they get together every weekend for a charity and business they run together under the moniker "The Mothers." He explained with a casual expression and left, but it made me appreciate that wonderful woman even more.

Lionel nodded with a smile and they left for Rosita's ward. ROSITA'S WARD They got to Rosita's ward and Lionel slowly pushed the door open. Tears streamed down Riley's eyes on seeing how her mother lay unconscious on the bed. Lionel pushed her closer to her mother's bed. "Mum.." she called amidst tears as she neared her bed. She took her mother's hand into hers. "Your little girl is here mum...., can you hear me?" she uttered wiping the tears away from her eyes. "Do you know mum...Dad left us.." she replied sobbing.

"Well, that is going to change. This year, you are going to celebrate Mother's Day. And you are going to love it." She looked up at me. "Really? You think so?" "I know so. Because I am going to make sure of it." She smiled. A small, tentative smile. "What do people do on Mother's Day?" "People do all kinds of things. They make breakfast in bed. They give cards and flowers. They spend the day together." She nodded. "That sounds nice. That sounds really nice." I reached over and squeezed her hand. "It is going to be wonderful. I promise."

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

“I might be unable to tell you much, even if I do, it’s not something you would understand, as you are still too young.” “But Grandma, Melissa’s mother isn’t like that with her,” I protested. “Her mother takes her to amusement parks, buys her gifts, and celebrates her birthday with her, meanwhile mom barely ever talks to me.” “I’m sorry that I can’t tell you, as you grow older you will understand, I just pray that you don’t hate your mother.” I didn’t understand what in this world would make me hate my mother. “And I hope that you don’t hate yourself as well.”