Like Mother Like Daughter Artinya Novels & Stories

"Well, madam… I would like to know, are you ready to accept these conditions?" "What mother would want to live away from her children, let's see... for now I am complying with my daughter's wishes, she is hurt but not mean, I know she still loves me, she is like a child waiting for a hug .. she will end up softening I just have to wait »

I didn’t expect my sweet mother not to throw certain jabs, so I wasn’t surprised when she started attacking my art. “Yeah, she’s very bold.” I tell my mother who glares at me. “Stop it, mother. Art is my life, and I am not interested in the family business or whatever. I have something I am passionate about and that’s art and I have a woman I am crazily in love with, so please stop making jabs at me and the life choices I make.” My mother stares at me with her mouth open; she closes it before shooting me a frown. “I am only trying to set you on the straight path.”

Ayaw na rin naman niyang mag-inarte dahil pakiramdam niya ay gusto rin niya kumain ng kahit na anong luto ng kaniyang ina ngayon. "Mama, kaya palaging in love sa 'yo si papa, e. Ang sarap mo kasing magluto." Kaagad na namula ang pisngi ng kaniyang ina. Tulad noon ay wala pa rin itong pinagbago. Mabilis kiligin sa kaniyang ama. At iyon ang gusto niyang makita palagi. Hindi siya mapapagod na tingnan ang mga ngiti nito dahil alam niyang dito masaya ang mama niya. Ito ang nagpapasaya sa kaniya.

Looking like a female version of someone usually brings out the most unusual and charming beauty. Maybe because she is the only daughter and she also looks just like her father, he has given her so much more freedom than I did. He defends her no matter what she does. I'm not saying I hate their father-daughter relationship—since I never had a good one with my father. In fact, I love the fact that he can protect his daughter no matter what.

My mother on the other hand is down to earth and not the type to talk a lot in comparison to my father but to this day, she stills repeats the same thing everyday "We suffer more in imagination than in reality" This became the quote of my life. It defines every little aspect of my existence. Growing up with parents who are opposites of each other but still somehow manage to compliment each others personalities still surprises me. I was and will always be under their overprotective yet strict parenting but I couldn't be more thankful. Being an artist lost in my imagination sometimes leads to being hurt more in my imagination than in reality as my mother says.

"Of course." "Thanks," he said sarcastically. Both of us stayed silent as we focused our attention on the painting. I remained my eyes to Claude's mother, Luna Queen Beatrice. "She's beautiful, isn't she?" I glanced at Claude who was also looking at the image of her mother. I exhaled and nodded. "She is." I smiled. "I wish I could have met her." "She will love you. Just as Father treats you like his daughter, Mother will treat you the same thing."

“How did you even get the book and pen?” “That Shei woman thought that kidnapping me then trying to be nice to me is a good idea to make me like her. So I pretended to like her and called her ‘mother’” she said and her mouth curled up in disgust. “Bleh, even though that sounds so disgusting, I want to vomit.” She added. Andrea believes that addressing one’s mom as mother is a formal and unfriendly term that strict women make their children call them and use to form a barrier between them and their kids.

"Trust me, Mom, and gain a beautiful daughter." "Okay, I'll try." "I love you, mom. Did you know she likes butter pecan just like you?"

Mother introduces us and I extend my hand to greet them. "Lorenzo is the one I talked to you about, he holds art exhibits in Italy. Now is the perfect time to pull out some of your work... I'm telling you, Lorenzo, she is very talented yet very shy. She just needs a little push." I just love it when she speaks in my name. "Please excuse my mother, she thinks everything her children do is a work of art," I say as I sit down and pull my mother down with me.

The artwork spoke to her in a language that went beyond words. Her mother, curious about the emotional response, approached Marianne. Seeing the painting, she smiled knowingly. "It seems like you've found a piece of art that resonates with your soul." Marianne nodded, her voice filled with gratitude. "Yes, Mom. It's like he captured a part of my journey, and it's a reminder of the strength we find within ourselves." Her mother hugged her, understanding the significance of the painting. "Sometimes, art has a way of speaking to us when words fail. Cherish it, my dear."