Like Mother Like Daughter Artinya Novels & Stories

of understanding. She fingered the photo and zoomed from one baby to another. She let out a chuckle, “Looks like you. A pity he didn’t look anything like me.” “I’m sure our daughter will look just like you.” He stated and Andrea could only stare at him with a smile. A daughter, huh? She lightly clapped her hands together, “I’d like a daughter.” “How are you feeling?” Her mother came over, seeing she’s awake. “I’m alright. Tired.”

We stayed embraced for a while, and when we pulled apart, she still caressed my face. "Manuela, my daughter would be the same age as you. And I think she would be as beautiful as you are. I'm just an ordinary woman, but I feel a little bit like your mother—somehow I see a bit of my daughter in you. So whenever you need a mother's comfort, you can come to me, okay?" Teresa spoke with that loving way that every mother has with a child.

I went from house to house to offer them my paintings at an affordable price — Each house turned me down though. I groaned as I walked away from the seventh house in defeat, their complaints were the same thing — My paintings were too dark and they couldn't and would not — fit into their homes. At a point, I understood my mother. She never liked those paintings either, She never liked me or my father too. She doesn't even like Rye. The only person she seemed to care about was her boyfriend and I wasn't even sure she liked him either. I use 'Like' because I have never seen my mother love anyone. Not even me. And I am her daughter, Her flesh.

Said Baby looked happy while eating his cheese cake. Dollan sat beside his girlfriend. "Why do you like cheese cake?" "Because it tastes so good and since childhood my mother used to make me that." Finally this girl made a small confession. "You and your mother have similar faces and you are like sisters when together compared to mother and daughter." The man attentively stroked Baby's hair. That was not the first thing the girl heard, many people said that and the girl felt very happy because she really admired the figure of her beloved mother. She even wants to be like a mother like her mother when she has children later.

I shut my eyes tightly and began to cry. “I know this is quite hard for you, having it be your first time being pregnant and your chance of motherhood. Amber..” Hannah slowly stroked my hair. “What is a mother? A mother is a child bearer. That’s wrong, you see. In my opinion, a mother is whom a child can run to when he’s indecisive or in need. A father is like the root for the child and a mother is the stem. Without a mother, there isn’t a happy home. And there can never be a happy home without a mother. A mother is the most important person in a child’s life. A mother is the parent that listens to both the happiness and the sorrows of her child, thus bringing solutions for the latter. No on

She was as afraid as a lonely kitten, but her words just decided to contradict what she was feeling. Linda laughed. "I like that," she said and laughed, walking around to face her. "You know what? I like you. Like, really. You're…uhm… You remind me of my mother in some sort of way." Lillian felt a little bit relieved. "Where is your mother?" "Heaven, frowning down at me," she simply answered and smiled. Lillian frowned, not getting what she just said.

, she remarked regardless of the stares from them The nanny strode towards her, she drew her ears angrily " Do you realize you're speaking with your mom ? Are you out of your senses ? ", She scolded her " I'm sorry but you're my Mom and she's my mother, so she oughts to behave like one. You know what, she treats me like a mum while you treat me like a mother…. it's not confusing at all ", Imelda left their presence and sat on the sofa Candi continuously stared at her, she wondered why her daughter speaks to her like a stranger

She said I pulled back. "I don't know about everyone. But I know one thing: there is no one like you. You are the only piece that Lord has made in a limited edition." I expressed my voice out and Mom again laughed. "You are just like your Father. He also says the same as you." Mom slapped my arm but by then my mood was already ruined hearing his name. Though I hate him the most, I'm just like him. His ditto copy and I hate it. Why on earth am I like him?

I said, giving her one last smile before stepping out the door. As I walked towards my studio, I couldn't help but reflect on the precious moments I shared with my mother. She was my pillar of strength, my cheerleader, and my best friend all rolled into one. Her unwavering belief in me gave me the courage to pursue my passion for art. And today, as I stepped into the art studio that felt like a second home to me, I carried the warmth of my mother's love with me. It was her love that fuelled my creativity and gave life to every brushstroke on the canvas.

"Look at her, just standing there. Like mother, like daughter. No shame." "If it were Valerie, she would have ..."