Life Without Mother Is Painful Novels & Stories

She can see her in every corner of the house, and she might not be able to move on from this pain. Bria went upstairs, wanted to enter her room, but she saw her mom’s room. She hold the doorknob and opened the door. The room was very dark. Bria slowly walks closer to the study table and turns on the lamp there. Bria, look around the room, it was filled with emptiness. She feels so lonely and no one was there to comfort her. She will not be able to hug her mom again. She will not be able to hear her soft voice that always gives her advice. No one will be going to nag at her again when she is acting like a child. She misses her mom so much and is not ready to let her go. Tears flooded her eyes

Dad was also affectionate towards me. “You mother is…” She pauses unable to ask me about my mother. “She passed away when I was young.” I feel my heart constricting when I remember our time together and her dead white face when her body was taken out of her room. “Oh my child, I am so sorry. It’s pretty hard to live without a parent in a young age. I too lost my father when I was eight. We were homeless, slept without having food for days while my mother tried to find a job to feed her four children. Micheal’s grandfather gave us shelter in their stable. I met Micheal there and we have been inseparable since that time.” She also tells me about her life and I feel a little better while talkin

I cried out. “You know what it's like to grow up without a parent. It's not up to me because I have to put food on the table, I'm just a single mother with no support,” I cried, manipulating him slowly. “Okay. Okay,” he stops me. “I think I know what might fix this.”

“... And mummy left us to the world beyond, how do we cope without the one who brought us to life? Dad's strongest supporter is gone; family of four has been reduced to three, what fate await children with no mother”, I continued my talk As strong as Alex was, he himself can't hold back his tears, I could see the merciful side of him, his tears reminded me of my innocence won that hospital bed. How I was lost and did not know what to say or do. Seeing dad cry even made it worse, it was so obvious that nature ha cheated on us.

I didn't care about anything, and all I cared about was crying. It's not possible for me to lose my mother. Because I don't have a father anymore, and only my grandmother and mother are left with me. And also, it's not possible... I can't lose my mother because we haven't bonded yet, she hasn't seen me grow up... She never experienced the beautiful world outside... outside the walls that became her world. I cannot do it in Hindi because even though we don't have that kind of bonding and even if she didn't see me grow up and become a woman, she is still my mother... my mother, who is one of the most precious things I have, aside from my grandmother.

Her beautiful face, even though she is ravaged right now, drawn with hollow eyes, you can still see the beautiful woman that she truly is. Every kid wants their mommy to be perfect, happy, full of life. That has never been the story for Taylor and I. Maybe, Levy is right. Perhaps momma getting the proper help and a better rehab clinic might be the key. I silently pray not that I am usually the praying kind of person but today I need everything I can. I beg mercy for my mother and beg that she makes it through the night. Life without my mother would be unbearable, not to see her face, hear her voice. Damn I would miss everything about her. The good and the bad.

"Mom, what's wrong? Are you sick? Mom, don't leave me. I... I can't live without you. I don’t want to lose you." I rushed into my mother's arms and hugged the most meritorious woman in my life tightly. Ever since my father left us for heaven, my mother was the only parent I had. After my father died, my mother always tried to be a father figure and also a mother figure for me. That's why I've never lost a father figure in my life because mom is so smart in playing her role of being a father. So if mom leaves, I won't be able to live in this world much longer. The only reason I live in this world and become a psychiatrist is because of my mother. Mom is everything to me even though sometimes

Sylvester smiled, “no, you are wrong, you have lost yourself so much in your mother’s death that you are going crazy. In fact, I’m thinking about registering you in a rehab so that you can get over it and be back on your feet.” “You don’t understand,” Shane said. “What don’t I understand? Shane, you lost your mother, we know, we got that, but you are not the only one to lose a parent. You should be happy, right before your mother died, your father showed up. Look at me, I don’t have a mother or a father but you don’t see me going to a bar every night to drink. And let me tell you, do you know who else that doesn’t have a parent living? A beautiful deep brown haired woman with the most beauti

"Samantha, it wasn't easy for me too. Life became unbearably difficult, and I thought that by leaving, you could have a chance at a better life." Samantha's expression shifted from curiosity to incredulity. "A better life as your only child?" she echoed, her voice laced with disbelief. "Mom, you were my life. After Dad left us, I had no other life but you. Your absence created an irreplaceable vacuum I've carried for years." Tears welled up in Samantha's eyes, reflecting the emotional turmoil within her. Her mother, sensing the gravity of her daughter's pain, reached out tentatively. The room echoed with the echoes of their unspoken history, thoughts of missed moments, silent longing, and th

I want the light to come back, but I can't accept it. I'm so overwhelmed by the pain I open my eyes to find any kind of light, but It's gone. I no longer feel warm or safe. I feel cold and alone. I want the pain to stop, but I will not become a monster. I can't become what killed my mother. What will that make me? My mother never got to live a life, it was cut short for no fault of her own.