Novel & Cerita Mom Pov Melody

Her voice was sharp and urgent. As I listened, old memories came rushing back. Back in high school, money was so tight we lived off discount food. To help out, I ate a peanut butter sandwich for lunch every single day. Then Mom went and signed Zoey up for a three-thousand-dollar dance program. Said Zoey was talented and couldn't be held back. When I got into a top university, Mom barely looked at my acceptance letter. "What a lucky break. But with your personality, you still won't go far."

The arrival of Evelina's mother appears and she said to her husband to clean himself immediately, so they could have dinner soon. After her father had left her, her mother told Evelina to give her dinner. Goulash to be given to Rissa and Drace. Her mother knew that the tired-looking Drace had not prepared dinner for themselves. Evelina performs the order from her mother and heads to Rissa's house.

I also felt her tight grip on the hem of my clothes. Papa purposely cleared his throat, so I looked back at him. "Keep your word, Symphony. I also want to talk to your husband," he said seriously and turned away. "Mommy... let's go home, please." I faced her and sat down to match her height. I held her shoulders and looked straight into her eyes. "Melody, what did I tell you before?" She pouted. "That... I shouldn't interrupt elders when they are talking..." "And then?"

Melody was anxiously waiting for the following day. She was super excited to be leaving home for a while. She was tired of staying in Chicago because the place reminded her of the betrayal she had suffered just before the end of the junior school year. “Come in,” Melody answered without looking, after hearing a knock on the door. It was her father, Hector Perry. Melody and Hector were very close, given the fact that their family only consisted of the two of them.

Melody squealed, her laughter echoing through the room like a thousand tiny bells. And then, right there in the midst of it all, Melody looked up at Noah and said her very first word. “Papa!”

The familiar melody and gentle voice were like a ray of sunshine, warming my cold spirit. … Mom seemed to slowly come to terms with reality from that day on. She began taking care of her appearance again. She left the house to go on walks and started learning how to cook my favorite dishes. She continued talking to me every day and made sure that there wasn't a speck of dust on my photo. However, her eyes weren't brimming with hopelessness and regret anymore. Hints of gentleness and anticipation flickered in her gaze. Mom would greet the elderly in the neighborhood whenever she went on her walks. She playfully bargained with the sellers when she visited the market. She would prepare a grand

Beverly's voice hitting like a slap to the face. There, that was the mother she knew was lurking below that fake saccharine cheerful mask. "Yes Mother Dearest" Melody knew that phrase irked her mother deeply, something about an old movie her mom had watched. Melody didn't care, she just wanted to hurt her mother, just a little bit right now.

The aged voice sounded like a demon. A man entered the frame before he lifted the unconscious Melody from the ground and held her up by the window. His face had aged and looked much more fatigued. It overlapped with the blurry memory of the father who silently kneeled beside the girl's corpse. It seemed that taking Mom's life wasn't enough for them. They wanted to kill Melody too! She would also lie in a pool of blood, gasping for breath as she vomited blood through her open mouth…

I can’t let my good life be destroyed. ‘As long as York doesn’t want to divorce me, I’ll still have a chance to win his heart. Then I will try to get all his property…’ “Mom...” At this time, Gretchen came over and helped her up. Glaring at her with hatred, Melody shook off her arm, tried her best to hold back her anger, and said with gritted teeth, “Come with me.” Then she pulled Gretchen and walked away. “Auntie Melody, don’t you wanna have breakfast?” Estelle raised her voice and asked.

Harmony POV. God, I’m sobbing like a baby. This is not the first time Melody has called me mommy, but it always brings tears to my eyes. I really need to get a grip on my emotions. “I’m sorry mommy, I didn’t mean it. You can go wherever you want. I’m sorry.” Oh, my heart. I pull Melody up onto my lap and kiss her all over her face, laughing as I do.