Madre In Spanish Novels & Stories

“No me digas que vuelves a llorar…’ I heard my aunt say to my mum in Spanish, which means, ‘Don’t tell me you’re back to crying again.” “Hey, Liam,” l said. I guess she has the phone now with her. “Hi, aunt,” l responded, my voice firm and steady. “¿Estás bien por allí?” she asked. “Yeah.. I'm doing good, aunt,” l replied softly. “How's my mother?” “She is recovering quite fast… but at this moment, she won't be able to speak,” she paused. “Your mother needs to recover fully,” she stated. “Okay, aunt,” l muttered.

("And who is Betty to you? Is she your mother?" He shook his head, confusion clouding his eyes, "Betty è Betty, non la mia mamma. La mia mamma se n'è andata. Pablo ha detto che sono un orfano. Un bastardo." ("Betty is Betty, not my mama. My mama is gone. Pablo said I’m an orphan. A bastard.")

Only one person could answer our questions now. “N-Ninang?!” Note: Ninang is the tagalog word of ‘Godmother’

Her eyes became watery. “Ugh! If only he knew how much she was worth. He is such a jerk! After everything he did he gets mad at her for sleeping with one guy!? P*ndejo! I really, really hate him right now.” She began to cry for her friends. (Pe*dejo can mean several things in this case mother f*cker)

" I am your grandma and he is your grandpa! That is your daddy”" We know he is our daddy. Can we call you grandpa and grandma?" She asked again while they smiled. Harry knew that it was very hard for her but then, there was nothing she could do already about the mess on the ground. Not like she could ask the children to be killed already. Maybe that was how it was just meant to be. " I am sorry, Selena for making you come here without your consent. Your mother was really mad at you and did not have the balls to call you.

"Yess..., am coming." She went to the door to check who it was. "Ma'am, please Mad. Flora wants you to join her for breakfast." "Okay, I will be there soon." She replied. "Okay, ma'am. The house help replied and left. She soon joined Mad. Flora at the table. Nicole : Good morning mum.. She gave Mad.Flora a peek and sat beside her. Mad.Flora : Good morning, sweetheart. How are you doing dear? " I'm good mum." she replied

This was the only part of Spain that didn't feel like a battlefield to me. I kept the hood of my sweater pulled low as my hands shoved deep into my pockets. Standing before the marble plaque that bore my mother’s name, Layla Sandoval Alvarez, I was just a girl who felt very, very alone. ​I stood in front of the niche, tracing the gold lettering with my eyes.​ Coming back here always felt like opening a wound that had never quite closed. ​’Una madre es el corazón de la familia.’ (A mother is the heart of the family.)

Madie couldn't understand what she was feeling. She was scared but somehow, she felt a bit giddy too. She couldn't stop shifting her legs to the other and she didn't understand why. There was a feeling brooding in her chest and she didn't understand why she felt that way. This was a punishment because she was bad. Was she an idiot? Why would she be happy when her Daddy is mad? "Ahora." [Now] She knew that word. It meant 'now'. Daddy would say it whenever he'd encouraged her to eat. He would say 'Ahora, mi bebe' and she'd love it whenever foreign words comes out of his mouth. [Now, baby]

She asked. “Yeah,” I nodded. “Do you speak English?” “I do,” she replied. “I speak three languages. French, Spanish, and English.” “Sounds like someone has a thing for languages…” I teased. “Yeah,” she said, blushing. “Nice to meet you. My name is Martinez.” “I'm Julian,” I replied and shaked her hands warmly. “Are you Spanish?” “You could say so,” Martinez replied. “My father is British while my mother is Spanish. I grew up with my maternal grandmother so you know…”

(What the hell is happening ,you have informants in my house Andrea? "Nuesta casa Ale,¿que hubieras preferido que llamen a mamá?"(Our house Ale,would you have preferred they called mom.) I understood a few things, for one that woman was his sister, second she wasn't supposed to be here judging from Alessandro's reaction. "Como si no tenemos bastantes cosas con que lidiar, secuestraste a una mujer Alessandro."(As if we don't have enough to deal with, you kidnapped a woman Alessandro.)