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I simply felt a little shy being stared at like this, so I spread my toothless mouth into a grin and smiled at her. "Mom is the prettiest and most graceful lady in the whole world. I love you, Mom." Her body stiffened for a moment. Then, her furrowed brows slowly relaxed, and a gentle smile spread across her face. She leaned down and kissed my cheek. "I love you, too, Meadow." Outside the door, the six brats were still chattering away. "What's up with Mom? She just blew up like that." "Who knows? Maybe it's menopause."

I didn't respond. Later, I picked up my phone and tapped on Instagram, only to see that Adrian had posted again. The photo showed Rowena's profile as she held the baby, gently soothing him. The caption read, "Can anyone relate to how exhausting taking care of a baby is? It's a good thing his mom is here to help out. She's seriously amazing at calming him down!"

Charmine replied whilst stroking his head. Chris started pulling on her hand firmly, dragging her so that she would sit next to him. He placed a breakfast set in front of Charmine and pleaded with a soft and endearing voice, “Mummy, please eat with me. Momo is five this year but has never eaten breakfast with my mommy. Momo wants to experience what it’s like to have a mom. Please, I’m asking you just this once.” The whole time Momo spoke, he continued to tug on Charmine’s hand, entreating her with a pair of round, sparkling eyes.

During a holiday, when I told my mother that my boyfriend would be coming to my house, her expression darkened. Tears welled up in her eyes as she touched my face and said in a hoarse voice, “Oh my God... Thank God you’re still alive. “Do you remember what day this is? This time, I’m not letting you die.” She acted as if she were possessed and screamed at me hysterically, “He’s a serial killer! We’ll all die if he comes today. Last time around, I was the only one left!” I believed her. I broke up with him and called the police to have him arrested. I let out a sigh of relief as I watched him get taken away, and my mother revealed a triumphant smile. She then said calmly, “That’s that.

"When I have some free time, I check my pregnancy. So ...." "Jenar, you're a lousy woman." Here, a small portion of Sarah's rage was released. Then, in irritation, she turned to face Jenar. "Do you want to be known as a murderer?" Jenar smirked. It was as if a huge wave swept over the belief that killing the baby was necessary. "You don't know anything, so shut up! Don't irritate me!" ---Loving My Sugar Mommy--- "Dad, did I irritate you?" The teenager made a funny face while she laughed and teased.

He cried hysterically, "I'm sorry, Mommy! I don't want Ms. Cole to be my mom anymore! I want you! I promise I won't play on my phone anymore. I won't eat ice cream, and I won't hit you again. I want you, Mommy! I want you to be my mom!" Archie's cries and shouts drew the attention of passersby who stopped to look at the poor child.

I didn't want to be an audience to their tear-jerking mother-daughter bond. "I don't—" Before I could finish, Mom’s voice blasted through the phone. "Serena, if Tara hadn’t insisted that a family should stay whole, do you really think I’d want a troublemaker like you back? "You’ve always been so stubborn. If it weren’t for you, your brother…Look come by or not, I don’t care either way.” Then she hung up. I stared at the black screen, my hand tightening around my medical report. I suddenly felt grateful for my illness.

"I'm here to see you, Julia. I brought you ice cream. It's strawberry flavored." He ate a mouthful. "Your mom is still in the treatment facility. She's doing fairly well. The staff there takes good care of her. She's a proud, stubborn, and pigheaded woman, but I know she truly loved you. She just… showed it in a very stupid way—so stupid that she ended up causing us to lose you." Dad lowered his head. The ice cream before the gravestone was slowly melting under the sun. I sat on top of the gravestone, looking at him. Then I reached out and tried to touch his hair. My fingers went right through, but some of his gray hairs ruffled in the breeze.

I took a breath, and typed: [Mom, where did you get this photo? "Typing..." stayed on the screen for almost a full minute. Then finally: [A friend took it. Stop asking so many questions.] I kept going. [Which friend? When was it taken? Where?] This time, she answered immediately. [Why are you so focused on that? The point is he cheated! Stop nitpicking!] She was rattled. I let out a cold laugh and switched to voice message. "Mom, I feel like I'm falling apart... What am I supposed to do..."

“Did I upset Mommy?” “Nooo, dear. Why would you think that way?” Cora tried to ease the child’s dampened mood. “Mom loves chocolate tea. But she didn’t take a sip.” He pouted as he looked at his mother’s mug. “Now, you know you’re an idiot.” Nadia snorted and continued eating her cereal. She’d also lost her appetite but her mother won’t be pleased if she wastes food. Her eyes snapped and she turned to Cora. “Aunt, my mom hates wasting food. Please, can you finish her portion too? If not, let the Aunties in the house have them.”