Mama I Didn't Mean To Make You Cry Novels & Stories

Without meaning to tears covered my eyes and it was like my baby girl could sense her mummy was tearing up so she started crying too. " Oh my baby don't cry, Mommy's not sad, she's just happy to see you, you don't have to cry, okay baby girl." She made a sound and I took it as a yes. I couldn't stop staring at my daughter, she was my world and for the times I've been without her, I felt like my world was covered in darkness.

Fuck you Maddie. A lone tear ran down my face but I hastily wiped it off. Don't cry. It’s not worth it, Elena.

“Mama” “Bails. Oh.” She drew me closer into her arms and I stayed there as both of us cried so hard. The pain, shame, and guilt in my heart melted and came out as tears that I couldn't control. I didn't even want to. I wanted them to flow. I wanted my mother's forgiveness. “I'm s..so..s sorry mum.” I hiccupped, but it didn't stop me. “Please…pl.. please forgive me. I swear I didn't have an option. I swear I didn't intend to fail you, I swear. I..” I trailed off and kept crying.

“I love that look on your face, I’m coming through. Before you cry like a baby the way Mia cries.” “I don’t cry and be fast please,” I yelled from the room.

I sob "I wanted freedom but he didn't give me rather he begin drugging me and will have his way with me or even call his friends to join him" I couldn't stop the tears and I cried which Mrs Amanda Zion Grandma held me saying soothing words "It's okay dear. Everyone has a painful past. What only matters is to let go of your past and also learn from it. So cry no more dear. One day you will get your justice" she said which I cried for awhile before cleaning my face "Go wash your face in the toilet" she said which I did and apply some makeup to hide any sign that shows have cried

the thought of him not reaching out to me all this while was making me go insane , was he hurt that I kept this away from him . Was he sad because of the kids? Does this mean that he doesn't want the kids? Why do horrible things happen to me all over again? Am I meant to be lonely my whole life.I Just don't like my mom.I don't want to end up like that ,why was I being this way?I was extremely pained at this point. "mummy you are crying "crystal voice broke me out of my deep thoughts .

mama asked as she noticed the change in my demeanor. I shook my head, "Nothing, mama," my eyes watered up and I instantly soaked up my tears, I didn't like how much I have started to cry in the last few months, I wasn't a crier, never was, never will be. "You can tell me..." she whispered holding my hand that rested in my lap and giving it a gentle and comforting squeeze. I let out a choked laugh, my throat clogging up with sorrow, "I miss him, mama, I miss him so much..."

As she reached the second half of her recital, the way the words seemed to line up with my situation was almost uncanny. I hate the way you're always right, I hate it when you lie. I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry. I hate it when you're not around, and the fact that you didn't call. But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you, not even close... not even a little bit... not even at all. And that was the moment I finally had my answer. "Are you ok, Al?" Nate's concerned voice pulled me out of my thoughts, as I suddenly became aware that the tears were now streaming down my cheek rather uncontrollably.

"I so badly wish you'd call me 'Mama,' smile, and hold my hand. We would face the world together, just you and me, but..." Maya couldn't hold back. She had never cried except for roles. She only cried when she found out her son was no longer alive, and now she couldn't contain her tears. She tried to keep a smile on her lips. "I'm sorry, you have to see your Mama cry. Don't be sad, Mama will stay strong."

Elsie saw right through me and offered to show me her Mama…against Denny’s instruction. “If I show you Mama, then you must promise not to make him cry again,” she said. I stiffened, eyes wide. “I don’t make your Mama cry,” I muttered. “Mama cries every night. I feel his sadness, Papa. He cries because you don’t love him anymore. I don’t go to him anymore because he is always crying, and I don’t want to embarrass him.” I went silent, lost for words. “But I understand,” she added softly. “You lost the memory of Mama.”