Madre In Spanish Novels & Stories

Together, they were the epitome of couple goals. “Querida menina.” My mother says in Portuguese which loosely translates to my sweetie girl, it’s a endearment she’s called me all my life. She air kisses my cheeks to avoid ruining her perfectly applied lipstick. “Hi, Mom,” I say as she turns to my father. “I didn’t know she was stopping by. Did you?” Her Portuguese accent is evident. My father shakes his head. “Alex, you let her work too much,” she adds disapprovingly, though her gaze is soft. My father just smiles brightly at his wife.

I looked at the car plate number in the image, and its car plate number was the same as the one in my memory. I remembered. And here I was thinking why it looked so familiar. It was Hans and his family. When I finally reached home, I didn't care about anything and quickly made my way to Hans' home. I kept on feeling that if I was a little slower, something bad was going to happen and it was not a result I could accept. And that was the truth. I kept on banging on the door with as much strength as I could muster. The sounds attracted the neighbors nearby and they all came to ask me what was happening. I cried as I answered, "My mother-in-law sold Cara to Hans!"