Novel & Cerita Mom I Threw Up Meme

I whispered under my breath, looking around and taking in as much of his room as I could. “I lov---e you, dad,” I coughed in the middle like something was stuck in my throat. “Oh!” I shook my head, surprised at how itchy it felt, “What the h---,” I haven’t even finished when I rushed into the bathroom after realizing I was going to throw up. Once in the bathroom, I did throw up. But it was blood that I puked out. My eyes grew double the size when I saw all the blood that I had thrown up. I stared at my image in the mirror, asking myself what was happening to me?

I mumble to myself. Determined to ignore it, I go back to my laptop, trying to focus on polishing my CV. But barely a few minutes pass before that awful churning hits again, harder this time. “Oh, not again,” I whisper, pushing the laptop aside as I rush for the bathroom. Mia looks up, eyes widening. “Seriously? You’re throwing up again?” I nod weakly, gripping the sink as another wave hits me. When I finally emerge, I feel drained, my skin cold and clammy.

I threw a glance at my mother, "...when I have an uninterrupted sound sleep." Aunty Vicky snorted, and smartly disguised it as a cough when Mama rolled her eyes at my statement. "Well, it's obvious that I'm not needed here. Since you two want to gossip, and throw accusations in my face, I'm going to go upstairs to the only one who understands me. My husband." With that, she hopped down the stool, gulped down her coffee and then sashayed out of the kitchen. Aunt Vicky and I waited for a little bit to make sure she was out of earshot, and then we burst into loud peals of laughter. "God, your mum is such a drama queen." She groaned out, seemingly exhausted from laughing so much.

And again after that. By the third time, I was curled up on the bathroom floor, feeling drained and confused. Something wasn’t right. I dragged myself to the bedroom and collapsed onto the bed, staring at the ceiling as my brain spun through a thousand thoughts. My hand slowly moved to my stomach. Then it came to me, My mother, before she had my youngest sister, used to throw up every damn morning. She’d joke about how she could barely keep water down. She always said her body hated being pregnant, even though she loved babies.

Her tricks were laughably transparent, yet they worked every single time. It was not because Tara was clever—but because Mom wanted to believe her no matter the evidence. And so, I laughed. The sound brought Mom to a halt. Her furious gaze snapped to me. “How dare you stand there and laugh! You have no shame whatsoever! If this were any other company, you’d have been fired ages ago!” Then she delivered her final blow. “Those things Michael left you—giving them to you would be a disgrace! I should burn them instead.” The laughter died on my lips.

Rather, she seemed frustrated to have her plans upset again. Yet, the look quickly turned into one of feigned concern and heartache for me. "Did you burn yourself? You clumsy little thing!" She rushed over to me as she hurriedly wiped off the porridge from me, but she also kept digging her nails into my flesh in the meantime. Half an hour later, I began feeling an excruciating pain in my stomach. I rushed into the bathroom and began throwing up half of the contents in my stomach. Mom stood at the door, not sounding the least bit panicked at all. In fact, she seemed to have expected my reaction as she said calmly, "See? This is what happens when you don't eat your breakfast properly. Your sto

I yelled at Jayden, then threw a pillow at him making him chuckle. We were playing videogames. "Am not cheating,yoy just don't know how to play this game" "Whatever" Jayden ended the game. "You want to go swimming?" "Sure,let me just... Before i could finish,the urge to puke came so strong,i rushed to the toilet and vomited. I felt someone hold my hair,it was Jayden. I finished, flushed the toilet,then rinsed my mouth. "Gigi,are sure you are okay?This is the third time that you are throwing up since I got here"

I held my stomach. "What's wrong?" he asked. I covered my mouth with my hand, but it moved faster from my system. I couldn't help but let it all out, and it poured on the floor. "Oh God, Louisa! Louisa!" Dad yelled, holding my hand. I gagged, throwing up the more. "Louisa! Something is wrong with our daughter!" I threw up more. And more. What is wrong with me?

I couldn’t hold it in, and to my embarrassment, my mother’s shock, and the amusement of my brother, cousins, and Don, I threw up all over my mother. “What…what is wrong with you? What kind of food has this establishment been serving to make you throw up like that?” Mother demanded, reaching into her purse using a handkerchief to wipe her face and blouse of my vomit. “You are behind the times.” Ela scoffed, using a napkin to wipe my mouth as Don hurried around to wrap an arm around me.

I_love_my_mommy Chloe, I- Noah's_wifey You too! Stop sulking and pretending that everything is okay with you! Man up and fight for each other, you two! Will_the_devil (Will) Anna oop- I_pooped ... Noah's_wifey ... Cereal_killer ... I_love_my_mommy ... Will_the_devil Uh, sorry? I had to do that. I learned it today. I_pooped Willy, who the heck taught you that?