Madre In Spanish Novels & Stories

She smiles at me as she does this, her eyes crinkling as my eyes flare wide, my mouth circling into an “o.” “Mudancas em breve,” she says, giving me a happy wink. “Ele sera um bom pai.” Then, as I just stare at Matilde in shock, she nods to me once and moves away to the sink, starting to sing an old Portuguese song that’s one of the regulars in her rotation as she begins to wash the dishes. But I just stand perfectly still because…I mean, because I didn’t understand all of what she said but… But that last words were “good father,” and ele sera…the future tense for…he will be…

she added. The glass paused in mid-air as I processed her words. “Is there something you want me to tell you, Mrs Castillo?” I asked, causing her to smile. She shook her head as her eyes got that same look they had in them when she saw me for the first time. “Mrs Castillo is too boring, how about you call me Madre.” She said. I paused a bit, seeming surprised she asked me to call her that. I have no idea what the name meant but I know it’s personal considering the soft look in her eyes as she said that.

My mom is fully Spanish, and she took the liberty to teach me the language before I even started learning it in school. ¡"Mamá! " (Mom!) I call back in defense. "What!? Sometimes, you act like an idiot. Do you know that? " She questions and I pout at her. "What!? Don't give me that face. You know you're my daughter, and before anything else in this world, your happiness matters to me. Of course, I'd only do and say what I think needs to be done, and what I think you need to hear. " She replies, and I look up at her.

Tori mocks and anger is evident in madre as she claws Toris face. "Any last words!?" Madre screams at Tori. Tori smirks "JESUS IS LORD! " Tori screams and this agitates Madre as she hates anything related to the bible. I know Tori doesn't deeply follow God but those are words I'd love to speak last before death. Madre in anger digs her talon nails into Tori's guts and Tori does so little as grunt while I scream as though I was the one stabbed. "Set her ablaze! "Madre orders as she pulls her hand out of Tori's stomach and Tori spits in her face causing Madre to claw her again.

“Today, you rest. Tomorrow, we fight.” “I can’t. She’ll call Ray. He’ll—” “He is nothing.” She gestured outside, where Dragon’s cursing mingled with engine growls. “Mi hijo handles the policía. Now sit. Eat.” She ladled stew into a bowl. Chicken, sweet potato, something floral—azahar? My stomach roared. “Gracias, Marisol,” I mumbled, shoveling a bite. She stilled. “Madre.” “What?” “Call me Madre.” Her eyes softened, but her voice didn’t. “You have a mother who beats. I have a son who bleeds. The orishas brought us together. “Do you understand?”

(Your great-grandfather is going to be very happy to meet you. "My great-grandpa?" Leo's eyes went even wider. "Mama, you have a papa?" "I have a grandfather.” I corrected gently. "My mama's papa. Which makes him your great-grandfather.” "Cool!" Leo looked at Mateo. "Is he nice?" "Es... complicado." (He is... complicated.) Mateo said carefully. "Pero creo que verte lo hará muy feliz." (But I think seeing you will make him very happy.)

“Why?” “Tua madre è qui.” [Your mother is here.] •

All that meant nothing as this party was the bane of my existence. Fortunately, I was able to spot the boys in the dining corridor. I stared helplessly at them, wishing they would look up and see me. Shit. They were way into whatever gossip Michele had started. From the corner of my eyes, Madre advanced towards Padre and I. As usual, she donned on a Maxi gown with elaborate embroidery around the hems. She acknowledged the people Padre was talking with, and with a fake smile, said to Padre, "Vorrei rubare nostro figlio per un minuto.” [I'd like to steal our son for a minute.]

My brows furrowed when he started laughing like a maniac. I punched his side, causing his laugh to turn into a groan. “Don't you dare laugh at me.” He sat down and leaned his back against the headboard while crossing his arms over his chest. I hate seeing that smirk on his face. “Cara mia means my dear. Madrina means godmother, the wife of a mafia lord.” My eyes widened as I looked away, and shame slapped me in my face. I need to learn Italian from Belinda starting tomorrow. It's the best way to avoid misunderstanding.

My mother, though her body is aged, brings herself down to the floor next to me and wraps her arms around me, just as I had my arms around Leo moments ago. "Life... it is not easy," she murmurs in Spanish. Not the first time she's said something like that. "And you, mija, have always insisted on making it harder for yourself because you insist on doing it all yourself." Mama strokes her hand through my hair. "Can you give into something for once, Isabella?"