Mom I Threw Up Meme Novels & Stories

My body jolted and it felt like I was about to throw up. “Elle.”My mom called, noticing the expression on my face. I had no time to explain, I covered my mouth and went into the bathroom, bending down in front of the sink, I threw up. My mom came over and as I met her eyes, I could see realization dawning on her. She had gone through this and of course, she was suspicious. She seemed to be in disbelief as well. I couldn’t blame her. I had always been conservative and honest.

It was one of her favorites, but the moment she put it in her mouth, she felt like throwing up. She held her mouth and rushed to the bathroom. Clara and Lucas looked at each other, stunned at what had just happened. “What is wrong with Momo? Is she okay?” Lucas shook his head, “I don’t know, Grandma. She did not tell me that she was feeling unwell.” “Go and check on her. Something must be going on with her.” “Yes, Grandma. Please continue with your breakfast. I will be back.” Momo was in the bathroom throwing up. She felt so terrible that her face turned pale.

Aria asks. “Yes, I—” Before I can complete my sentence, I feel the vomit coming up my throat again. I quickly turn to the toilet bowl and throw up inside it. What the hell is wrong with me? “Mommy.” They call again, and I turn to see that tears have already filled their eyes. Fuck. Feeling better now, I quickly stand up and wash my mouth and face before returning to my kids. Crouching beside them, I take both of them into a hug. “Mommy is better now, okay? I probably ate something that upset my stomach. That’s why I threw up.”

Zane glanced up from the sofa, one eyebrow lifted, looking way too amused for someone causing international drama. “He swore yesterday,” I continued calmly, “no paparazzi. Said all routes were clear. Turns out one of the damn baristas at that brunch place—” “—TOOK PHOTOS BEHIND A STACK OF CROISSANTS AND NOW I’M A MEME!” Her breath hitched. I could hear a tissue ripping on the other end. “Everyone’s laughing at me. My mom says you should be replaced. She says I look... stupid.” I stared at the ceiling. “I’m sorry.”

I am doing this not just for myself, but for my child as well. I finally woke up when my stomach turn. I rushed to the bathroom and threw up hard. Nothing else comes out but saliva. A gentle back rub made me feel better. She continued doing it until I felt better. "I'm going to prepare breakfast. What do you want to eat?" I washed my face after vomiting before finally facing her. "The usual, Manang." Even though I feel like mom and dad are disappointed in me, I know deep down they can't just let me be. And I'm hoping that day will come when they'll totally forgive me. They didn't even let me live here alone.

Mia hurried out of bed, rushing to the toilet as her stomach spasmed again, forcing the potatoes and steak she had forced herself to eat last night out her throat. After throwing up, she washed her face with cold water from the tap and walked back to her room, throwing herself on the only chair in her room; a high-back chair. Gods! She was miserable. The past few days had been miserable for her with her bouts of throwing up. She wondered where she had caught the bug.

"So what if my daughter has become a star? I put my blood, sweat, and tears into taking care of her, and she forgot all about me upon achieving success! How ungrateful!" Her posts gained traction, and people began to comment under my posts, calling me out for being an unfilial daughter. With the attention on her, my mom did a livestream and began complaining about me with the rest of the internet. I unblocked her number and texted: "I see you're enjoying the clout of bad-mouthing your daughter." Proudly, she replied: "You want to keep selling yourself for fame, right? Well, too bad. I won't let you get your way!"

I said to her sincerely before hugging her whilst another set of tears flow out of my eyes down straight on my cheeks again. "I told you to stop crying, right? It's not good for your health." Mom said to me, much like a scold as she rub my back softly. But, all of a sudden, I feel like throwing up again for the second time. While sensing that, I Immediately stood on my feet and ran to the bathroom and started to throw up for the second time that day again. Once I was done, my mom guided me back to my bed again and she made me lie down. "That's it, I'm calling our family doctor right away. You need a serious check up." she said as she tried to get her phone.

“Dinner is served, be fast and come out. I don’t want the food turning cold, you know” My mom’s voice was all I needed to push back my mental breakdown. “Alright, I’ll be right out” Her footsteps retreated and I immediately swung into action. Wrapping the strip in a tissue and disposing it in a bin, I made my way to the mirror and washed my face clean, pulled my hair into a bun and headed straight down for dinner. The minute I stepped out of my room, the smell of freshly grilled fish wafted through my nostrils. And as pleasant as this sounds my stomach wasn’t in anyway pleased, I immediately made a U-turn to the bathroom and threw up my guts. How’d I forget such a pleasant gift from my baby

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?