Mama I Didn't Mean To Make You Cry Mga Nobela at Kwento

One minute I'm laughing, and the next I'm crying. Where's my high control now, and all my fortress? Definitely lying on the ground, trampled due to my damn pride. "Sorry, Daddy, okay? I swear that... this is not how I wanted you to come into this world! It's just that... Daddy is sometimes a real jerk!" I laugh without desire. "He made your mommy cry unnecessarily, but I promise I'll never let that happen again! And... you know why? Because your mommy got me good. Yeah, baby, she knew how to hit your daddy's heart and broke the stone I've had in it for years. And today, I know... no... I'm sure that I love her. God, I love her so much!" Then the tears start flowing down my face again, but in

“Okay. You need a reset because cry baby Charlotte has got to go.” “What if I don’t want to?” I asked. She hesitated. “Well okay.” “Okay?” “Yes. Okay.” “Why okay?” I squinted at her. “I thought you wanted to keep crying, so cry.” She folded her arms dramatically. “Go on.” “Well that’s mean,” I muttered. “And I’m done crying.” Her eyes sparkled triumphantly. “Exactly. We’re done crying.” I laughed before I could stop myself. “My mum used to do this,” she continued. “Whenever I cried, she’d tell me to keep going. Cry harder! More! And somehow I’d stop. It was stupid but effective.”

that made me cry harder. "Let it out. I'm here, okay?"

I turned out that plain to his eyes… nothing special, just another ordinary woman who always has this longing gaze exclusively for him. “Mom, why are you crying?” Ria’s worried tone snapped me out of my thoughts. “Oh, am I?” I chuckled as I quickly wiped my eyes and indeed, they’re wet cause of tears. Shit! Years passed and I could say, I’m still such a crybaby. Ria was looking up at me sadly. “You look in pained, mom…” her small voice laced with sympathy. Goodness, Bev! Pull yourself together! She doesn’t have to see you in this miserable state!

She began to cry. “No, Norah. That's not the case. Don't cry. Don't cry.” I had to focus on the road and pet her alongside, it wasn't easy to do the two. “You're my big girl and your mum loves you so much. You don't have to cry. You just need to be there for her more. She's just going through some tough time.” She started cleaning her tears with the back of her hands. “That's my girl! You don't have to cry to say whatever you feel is okay. Don't let your beautiful tears be seen. Keep it for only precious moments. You know what, I know what we could do to make Mum happy.”

I said with a small sad smile. “My poor son,” she muttered before bursting into silent tears. “Come on Mom, don't do this. We should be strong for Mia and her mom. If we all cry, who is going to console who?” I said as I felt a lump forming in my throat. My mom continued crying silently and I couldn't help but join her in crying. I calmed down after a few moments because we were kinda drawing attention with the way we were crying. Some were even taking pictures of us and I knew that we were gonna appear on social media in a matter of time but I couldn't care less.

“I am going to say this for the last time, Tina Ann Lawrence, if I see one more tear on your face again, I am going to whoop your butt! Am tired of this nonsense. You don’t even know what you are crying for!” My mother was mad, and I knew if I didn’t stop crying, she was going to whoop me for real. My little self didn’t doubt that. So, I shut my mouth and wiped my tears. But the knots in my stomach were getting worse. It felt like someone stabbed me then twisted the knife. It was painful and all I wanted was for my father to come back.

I should've obeyed Mom and not made her angry. Crying echoed from the laundry room, so loud it felt like it shook the floor. In my room, a little figure was crying in silence. Maple curled up into a ball, punching her mouth with her little fists. "You fool! What does this have to do with you?" I screamed. "You can't even speak or write. Why are you punching yourself?" It hurt so much watching Maple. I tried to pull her hand away, but I couldn't touch her at all. "At the end of the day, it's because I took your life. I ruined your life. Now, I guess I've paid it back."

"Don't you?" I didn't mean to make her cry but the tears slowly rolled down her cheeks. I got up and moved around the table. She scooted over before I could nudge her into moving. I took her hand in mine and tipped her head toward me so I could listen to her quiet words. "I'm filled with cracks, not a whole person. I wouldn't make a good mother."

-I took a deep breath and continued-: I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know why I do it every, every, every time It's only when I'm lonely Sometimes I just wanna cave And I don't wanna fight I try and I try and I try and I try and I try and I try and I try Just hold me, I'm lonely. -I looked at the mother-: Momma, I'm so sorry I'm not sober anymore - now to the dad-: and daddy, please forgive me for the drinks spilled on the floor -then to the girls- : To the ones who never left me we've been down this road before. I'm so sorry, I'm not sober... Anymore. -my gaze for some reason looked for Connor, I felt my eyes filling with tears as well as the others-. I'm sorry to my futu