Mom And Son Relationships Mga Nobela at Kwento

He hugged his legs. Sebastian picked him up. He held him close. "I love you, Daddy," Conrad said. "I love you too, son." I watched them. My husband. My son. My family. And I smiled. Because no matter how busy I was. No matter how tired I was. No matter how stressed I was. This was everything. This was what mattered. I walked to them. I wrapped my arms around both of them. "I love you both," I said. "Love you too, Mommy," Conrad said.

Sa madaling salita, ang pamilya namin ay nagkaroon ng kakaibang koneksyon. Maraming taong maaaring magtanong o magtaas ng kilay tungkol doon. “Iniisip ko kung magiging komplikado ba ang lahat,” patuloy ni Mommy. “Kung tama ba na hayaan ko kayong ipagpatuloy ang relasyon ninyo.” Huminga ako nang malalim. “Mom—” Ngunit ngumiti siya at marahang umiling.

nag-aalalang tanong ng kanyang anak ngunit umiling lang ito. “No. It’s okay. Your dad was just mad. Someday you will understand everything but I just want you to be not focused on what you heard a while ago.” “Okay, mommy. I love you.” Their son is sweet and caring. Mas mahal niya ang ina niya kaysa sa tatay niya. Ang tatay niya kasi ay walang oras sa kanila. Rosalie’s POV

Gramps was infuriated with what his son did kaya tinanggalan nito ng mana ang sariling anak at napunta lahat sa kanya noong tumuntong siya sa edad na bente. Ito rin ang dahilan kung bakit paulit-ulit na ipinagdikdikan ng kanyang ina na huwag na huwag siyang tutulad sa kanyang ama, na huwag na huwag niyang lolokohin ang kanyang mga karelasyon lalo na ang kanyang magiging asawa kung ayaw niyang matulad sa kanya ang magiging anak niya na iniwan ng ama. "It's not that important, mom. Meron lang akong tiningnan saglit," sagot niya at nag-iwas ng tingin dito.

my wife and my kids. "We grew up without knowing our father. But it's fine. It doesn't make us less of a person. We have our mom, our grandpa, and other people who cared for us. We have our family who love us and most especially, we have our mom. She is more than enough." the kid who look exactly like me said that looking straight to my face. From there I know, my son is mad at me. That night changes everything. After years of searching I finally found them...my family.

Tanong ko, habang mabilis na umiling si Mommy sa akin. "Hindi anak, alam niyo naman na kung saan kayo masaya, ay handa kami ng daddy niyo na suportahan kayo." "Pero si Lola?" "Hayaan niyo nalang ang lola niyo, ayaw kasi ni mommy ang gano'n na relasyon, kaya hanggang ngayon, ay nagtatampo pa rin ang mga uncle niyo sa kanya," napa-kunot ang noo ko, dahil sa narinig ko mula kay Mommy.

Ganyan naman si Mommy palagi napakarami niyang lalaki. Hindi naman talaga nagmamahalan si Daddy at Mommy. Ewan ko ba, hindi ko magets ang relationship nila. Arranged marriage lang kasi sila eh tapos parang nabuntis lang ni Dad si Mommy. Tapos ito, ako ang bunga. Kaya naman siguro wala silang pakialam sa akin dahil bunga lang ako ng pagkakamali.

“Base sa nakikita ko ay masasabi ko na ang anak mo at ang ama niya ay may magandang relasyon.” “Mm, close silang dalawa.” Their father-son relationship is indeed very good, and it will probably only get better in the future. Ang ibig sabihin ng ina ni Tiana ay bakit parang mas close ito sa ama kumpara sa kanyang ina. Lalo na at lalaki ito.

I looked at him straight in the eyes too. I don't fully trust him yet. I still have so many what if's in my mind right now and I don't know how to get away with this. Noon pa man ay takot na ako sa mga commitments. Even though, Mom and Dad's relationship is stronger than anything else, hindi pa rin nawawala sa isip ko ang mga posibilidad. The possibility of me, and my son, hurting at the end of the day. Tuluyan akong nag-iwas ng tingin sa kaniya bago bumuntong-hininga.

Paano ko siya mababawi kung wala na talaga siyang pagmamahal sa akin? Napatulala na lang ako sa basag-basag na piraso ng lampshade na ibinato ko kanina. Why...couldn't I be happy? Growing up, Dad and I never had the best father-son relationship. He and Mom didn't have a happy marriage, too because Dad is a womanizer, and mom hated him for that. I was fifteen back then, he wasn't there when mom breathed her last breath, which is why I worked so hard to build my own name.