Kan Mama Novels & Stories

"Yesterday we got so panicked to see you like this….I can't even tell you. But the most panicked one was Bhai….Oh my God!! I have never seen him like this. He looked so frustrated and helpless...he looked as if he was ready to do anything to bring you out of your misery . I still can imagine that Mami (maternal uncle's wife) could do something like this." She said. Her words made me puzzled. "Mami!!! Means??" I asked in confusion. "Bhai's mother...don't you know anything?It's Mami who did this….she was the one who drugged her. Wait a second!!! Didn't Bhai tell you anything?" Jenni asked me. I shook my head.

“Chubby, send an urgent message to all the Elders and Royals on our side. Tell them that I’ve brought Her Majesty home.” [ Got that, Phina. ] “Is Chubby a robot?” Anamika asked while looking around the room. “Chubby hates to be called a robot. She’s an Artificial intelligence that your mother was working on. She wasn’t able to finish it, so I did.” “Does my mother…” The word sounded strange to her. It’s weird calling a stranger her mother but it wasn’t her fault. “Does my mother have a picture?” “Yes, all her pictures, both online and offline, were confiscated by the Emperor in a bid to erase her existence.”

Just before she climbed onto the motorcycle, her phone suddenly rang: MAMA BETH. She answered immediately. "Hello, Ma?" Kenji quietly waited beside the motorcycle. "Anak, pauwi na ba kayo?" "Opo." "Sige, drive safe." "Hindi po ako nagda-drive." Mama Beth laughed softly. "Oo nga pala." A short pause followed before she added, "Pakisabi kay Kenji thank you, ha?"

"Your mother is dead, Nyx. You need to come home."The words were the last thing I expected to hear while elbow-deep in someone else's dirty espresso cups, my third shift of the day barely halfway done. I stood there in the back of the café, trying to process what my mother's lawyer had just said.Dead? My mother was dead? "Miss Torelio? Are you still there?"I realized I hadn't responded or even breathed. "When?" My voice came out flat.

After that day, the household staff quietly understood the illicit relationship between stepmother and stepson. Luciano would still address her as "Madre" and greet her politely. Meanwhile, Tanya was busy as usual, adding visiting Paolo to her daily activities. She often kept Paolo company and donated even more generously to medical charities. She was constantly in tears, wholeheartedly hoping for Paolo's recovery. The media was full of praise for her loyalty and composure. Unfortunately, every angle of her forced smiles and secret tears in front of the cameras was carefully calculated.

"Mama!" Binaba na ni Mama ang tawag bago pa ako makapagsalita. Tinakpan ko ang aking mukha para umiyak sa mga palad ko. Naramdaman ko naman ang mga hawak ni Tita Darlene para aluin ko.

I ask defiantly, and by my uncle's expression, I know he's dying to give me a good smack for being so stubborn. "At this very moment, you move your butt and go apologize to your mother. I'm about to tell him that this woman is not my mother when he raises his hand, making a gesture for me to be quiet. "Of course, she is your mother. Even though she didn't give you life, she is your mother. Tell me, who has been taking care of you every time you get sick? Who attends all your school events? Who stands up for you when you make a mistake? Who has given you all her love without making any difference between you and your sisters?"

her mum said in an excited tone. Arlene turned the volume up to the loudest and they kept up with their mini karaoke which was pretty much loud, because people on the road started to look at them. But then none of them cared, to Arlene her mum was a vibe and not like the regular southingham mothers who were boring and lame. These were the moments she lived for, there was never a dull moment with her mum even though they had little cat fights, but it was normal with females. “Do you think dad would be back from work by now?” Arlene asked her mum who was still caught up in the blues of the music playing.

Kaya naman umismid na lamang siya. "Mama, maupo ka nga po. Ang dami mong sinasabi."

I just loved the good family environment. " No Mamu, my mom is a good cook. Don't make fun of her. " Bill said defensively. " Hey, what was that, Mamu?? You called me that? " Rob asked and bhaiya and I smiled. " Yes!! Mamu is a cute short form of Mamaji, which means Maternal uncle." I said. " I like this word, call me that from now, it is kind of cute. " He smiled. " Ok Mamu, but don't make fun of my mom's cooking. Though our dad seems to be a better one, I loved the Halwa made by him. " Bill said and bhaiya looked very happy. Bhaiya hugged him immediately and grinned.