Mom Come Pick Me Up Mga Nobela at Kwento

He tries to grab my hand, but I yank it away. I run down the halls and out the school doors. The cold wind hits my damp cheeks, stinging my skin. I dial a number on my phone. Three rings, then she picks up. "Mom...can you pick me up?"

‘Then can you tell me where you are? ‘Oh! We are at Uncle Harvey’s mansion.’ Her happy voice faded. ‘This house is big but Mister’s house is bigger! I want to go back to his house.’ ‘Really? You want to go back to Mister’s house?’ ‘Yes! Will you tell him to pick us up? I miss him too, but I don’t have a car.’ The second voice emitted a chuckle, followed by the sound of bottles clinking in the background before he responded, ‘I already told him. He mentioned that he’s coming to pick up both you and your mom.’

"Tse! It's just my hobby. Anyway, where are you? Did you go to work? Your pick-up is waiting for you..." I got out of the elevator when I was on the ground floor. "Why did you have to pick me up? I can go home by myself." "Because the one who will pick you up will be forceful..." "Huh? When did brother Dante Ma become forceful in picking me up?" I smiled at brother Guard before completely leaving the company. I immediately saw our car not far away. "Text me if you're close okay? So I can prepare our dinner," Mama said last before hanging up.

There was no appointment after this. "Oh, really?" Mom stood up. She embraced me. "That was quick. You are busy nowadays, and I can't get a hold of you. I miss you, son." "I love you, Mom." I planted a kiss on my mother's cheek and then turned away. "Aren't you going to fetch Trinity tomorrow at the airport? Because if not, I will pick her myself. But I already told her that you would be there." I paused, and my body froze.

“Please, Aurora?” I sigh, looking back at my mom. She nods, like she understands. I don't know what Caelum needs from me but I do know he won't quit asking until I go so I might as well get it over with. “Fine,” I sigh. “Where do you want me to meet you?” “I'll pick you up, where are you?” he inquires, his tone carrying more life now. “Mom's house.” He doesn't respond, the line goes dead.

, she shrugs as if that's answer enough. Might not be an answer enough but it still makes me feel like a jerk for being too obtuse with her. "It's nothing I can't handle, mom", I assure her, reaching my hand across the table for her own. She eyes my hand for a second before she grabs for mine, squeezing it softly. We stay in that moment for a few seconds before mom pulls away. She sighs before massaging her forehead a bit. "I've to go pickup Cole from his school. He'll be staying with me tonight", she lifts a haughty eyebrow at my scrounged up brows.

I look back at my nightstand clock "yeah, just give me ten minutes" "We'll wait for you downstairs honey" Once they went out I slump myself back to bed. Thinking of reasons why Matteo never contacted me again. Finally getting that strength I push my legs up and grab my school bag from the table. "Mom, dad" I kiss them both on their cheeks when I made it downstairs. My parents drop me off to school and before I could go he stop me. "Honey, Cora is coming tonight and I want you to go where she goes. Your mom and I can't be there tonight"

-Yes, if you want to go together, I'll pick you up in my car? - Ok- I tell her and give her my address and we exchange numbers. -I'll pick you up at half-past ten?- she asks, I nod and we say goodbye to Martha as she closes the store. I walk home unhurriedly and listen to my mother. -I'm leaving with my companions, I don't know what time I'll arrive.

"Aw darling. Don't cry because of that. You know what? Mommy will come pick you up today and we'll have a lot of fun together." "Really?" She brightens up slowly and gives a little clap. "Of course. Maybe you'll even get to introduce Chris to me you know?" Ashley stops crying fully and smiles widely. She gives her mum an adorable neck hug. Ford picks Ashley up. "Time to go. Mommy has to go to work today too. I'll drop you off. Say bye to mom." Ashley waves bye while Ford gives Sue another kiss. "I'll see you whenever you're available. How about I come pick you up for lunch?"

Mom called on a Thursday to say she was coming Friday. Not asked. Said. With the specific energy of someone who had made a decision and was announcing it rather than proposing it, the way you announced things when you knew that if you left space for negotiation you might talk yourself back out of them. "I booked a flight," she said. "I land at two. Can you pick me up or should I get a car?" I sat down on the kitchen stool. "You're coming here."