Life Without Mother Is Painful Mga Nobela at Kwento

Unlike hlmom, she was here, and wouldn't abandon me and leave. “It hurts so badly that I might not meet my mother ever again.” I already told Ruth about how my mother left without a trace, so she understood what I meant. Ruth tightened her hold on me and drew me closer to her blossom. She didn't say anything, but just patted my back gently, giving me the reassurance that I was safe with her. This was all I needed right now. “I fear I won't see my baby grow to become a man or woman. It's too painful, Ruth. It hurts so badly. The pain is… The pain is….”

Her life ended in this disgusting place. I only cried and did not answer her. How could I live happily after suffering so much? How could I live contently when the only light in my life was taken away forcefully? How could I fulfill that promise when all I have was hatred, resentment, and injustice in this painful world? Especially, now that my only warm place was gone? How could I live...without you, Mom? In the end, my mother did not hear an answer from me. I was not able to give her the answer she wants.

The two men were like the monsters that had sometimes been present in her dreams, on the night when she suddenly missed her mother. Luciana sobbed softly behind the cloth covering her mouth. As a girl who is still very innocent, she has been faced with the cruelty of the world that has succeeded in taking her mother. Blame God who ordained her life to be like this. Living without a father since birth, poor Luciana must always survive in all limitations with her mother.

“That’s not true.” “It is,” she snapped, raising her voice. “You no longer find time to visit your own mate. It’s like you have given up on her.” “I have a pack to lead,” I said stoically. “I have responsibilities, Evelyn. And your mother— “ My words missed their mark by a split second and I struggled for control. “She’s not waking up.” Tears welled up in Evelyn’s eyes but she still glared at me angry. “Do you know how hard it is? What is it like to grow up without a mother, and with a father who is too preoccupied, or simply oblivious, to care?“

I looked at him. "Why?" I asked. I was curious even if all that he was saying was hurtful. "Things don't turn out the way we want it to be. We'll never know what the future holds for us. That's how my life without a mother went by. I don't want my child to go through the same pain or any other pain I and my sisters went through. They suffered the most," he explained. I didn't say anything after that. I looked away from him. I dare not say a word. I know the kind of person Milo is. It'll turn into an argument. I decided to leave the argument for another time.

She just stared at him, her own tears also falling harder. “Look at me, Mum. Lunaria, who on a normal day wouldn't go to bed without me coming back into this house, doesn't even bother about my whereabouts anymore. Did she even know that I haven't been in that house since? Does she?” He lamented. “What do I do now, Mum? What do I do without her in my life? She's the air I breathe and you know without air, I’m as good as dead. How am I supposed to live on without her by my side? How, mum?” He wailed and his mum couldn't help, but felt pity for him.

“I'm sorry about that. It's just… I wanted to let you know what my dad faced after —” “And you think we want to know that? Why don't you ask us how my father felt when he lost his mate because of his brother? Do you wish to know the pain he endured taking care of triplets on his own?” I demanded. “Why don't you ask how we survived all these years without a mother? You were lucky enough to be born 2 years before us. At least you saw your mother! You sucked her breasts, and you were cradled in her fucking embrace!”

the first woman said. I gave a broken laughter, as a drop of tear fell from my eyes. “Yes, I had a miscarriage and I never even got to know my own child, but within that short period of time Nima was in my womb, I did all I could to protect it, so I understand your pain. Also, I know what it’s like to lose a mother. I lost mine when I was just five years old, and all the suffering I’ve gone through since then is because my mother passed away. Perhaps, if she were still alive, I wouldn’t have had to suffer so much.

If you get stuck at one point, then it will get difficult to live, like my mother. She has gone into severe depression after losing her son. Her condition is worsening day by day. My father and I are trying our best to cheer her up but I feel like she doesn't want to live. I know she was the mother of Nikhil but he was my baby too. I know it is difficult to accept the truth but that's what life is. We can't stop living, life moves on and mom needs to understand this sooner or later. Sometimes I feel like I lost my mom also with my brother that day and it hurts more to think this.

Her face was wet with tears, her cries were full of pain. When she finally reached her mother, Elinor could not take to look at her pale face. She shut her eyes and tightly embraced her mother in her arms. She wanted to scream in pain but there was no sound escaping her mouth as if she had gone mute, or her voice had been taken from her. The veins in her neck looked like it was about to pop from screaming in silence. What is she supposed to do with her life now that her mother is gone? Things are never going to be the same again and that really terrifies her to the bones. All her life, she almost never worries about anything because she knew her mother would always be there, always ready to