Mom Age Regression Novels & Stories

How much she cried to her father to save her mom but he simply walked away saying it was useless to spend on a person who was already meant to die. Anna could not do anything for her mother. All she did to embrace her tightly and see her suffering. Then one day her mom was released from the pain. She died in Anna's hand smiling weakly at her. Anna begged everyone hugging her mom's cold body to save her but nothing worked that day. She was standing alone to say farewell to her mother. Her dad was busy with his conference. A tear fell on the cheek making Anna come to reality. Anna wiped away when the taxi stopped.

I ask while arranging my hair, trying to look a bit more presentable. “I don't know, honey. I didn't think I'd have to stay here so long, but we haven't found out much yet.” At this, I pout slighty at this but understand that it is also important to him, so I don't insist. “How's your grandpa doing?” “He's better, but mom refuses to come back until Grandpa is completely well.” “It's to be expected; my mom also wanted to stay here, but as you can see, my grandpa hasn't improved.”

Mom looked at me with nothing but disappointment in her eyes. I remembered how she used to stand up for him fiercely in public whenever relatives made cruel remarks about him. At charity galas, the mere hint of an insult, labeling him a country bumpkin, was enough to make her spend exorbitant amounts of money just to stand by him and put an end to the ridicule. No matter how busy she was, she always came home on time because she never wanted him to wait an extra minute. I stared at her, unable to look away. When did Mom become this stranger?

"None of it was your fault. None of it was your fault. And Mommy blamed you. Mommy yelled at you. Mommy put every single thing on you." "Mommy was so weak. I should never have brought you here. I should never have left you the way I did." "Daisy. Mommy is so sorry. I wasn't a good mother." I put my face up to her face. I tried to feel her warmth. "You're a good mom." When I was little, I had no appetite and got sick a lot, and Mama would make porridge and feed me one spoon at a time. When she went out, she'd take me with her, and when I couldn't keep up, she'd stop and wait.

Then, he saw Jenson and Baby Robbie wiping the beads of sweat on their faces with lingering fears. Baby Robbie sighed in confusion. “Why did Mommy suddenly become so chatty?” Jenson said, “Menopause.” Baby Robbie was petrified. “Will she become like Grandma?” Jenson shrugged and said, “We can’t know for sure.” Baby Robbie looked at Jay as if asking for help. “Daddy, any explanation?” Then, Jay explained, “Because all of Mommy’s suffering has become a thing of the past, so she has nothing else to do all day. She can only direct all her energy on you guys.”

“Mom, I don’t have time to explain. What about Mrs. Gregory? She’d have Reid’s number wouldn’t she?” “I’m sure she would,” Sarah replied. “Do you have her number?” “No,” Melody sighed. She crossed the room to a desk where she began to pull out a pad of paper and a pen as she asked, “Can you give it to me?” “Yes, dear.” Her mom rattled off Mrs. Gregory’s phone number from memory, and Melody realized her mother had a talent unique to her era. “Thanks, Mom.” “Let me know how it goes,” Sarah insisted.

Since fate had given me another chance, I was going to send her and her molar pregnancy straight to hell. I could hear Renee's exaggerated laughter from the living room, and I knew she was doing it on purpose to get under my skin. Ever since I married into this family, she had seen me as her sworn enemy. Making me upset was her greatest pleasure. "Laugh all you want, Renee. Your good days are numbered, and I hope you'll still be able to laugh when I'm done with you." After a while, Brady opened the door and came in, looking at me pleadingly. "Dad spoiled Mom so much back then, which is why she’s like this now. She's still your elder, so maybe you could cut her some slack and apologize later,

her voice of not-so-much-reason counters. Anna groans as falls back into her blankets. “You could have bought a bed bitch,” the voice of lack of reason chides her. Anna can hear her mother walking up and down the hall. She seems to have calmed down. Anna knows that there are times that her mother regrets her erratic behaviour. She once accidentally overheard her talking to another woman asking her how she can get better at not saying nasty things to her daughter. That had been when she was nineteen. Whatever advice that woman had given her mother though had not worked because she just got worse as the years went by. Mrs. Moyo had way too much pride to ever admit that she was ever wrong or th

The people crying the hardest had regret values between 90% and 100%. My dad? His regret valu[e flickered between 50% and 60%. Even Chad and Peggy landed somewhere in the 30% to 40% range. Then I looked at my mom. Her regret value was a flat 0.