Mom Pov Melody Mga Nobela at Kwento

I distinctly heard Yelena Lipton gasp on the other end of the phone, followed by several seconds of silence. "Mom's… gone? H-How could that be? This is just too sudden! I didn't mean to be absent. I-I'll buy tickets for the soonest flight possible and head back right away. Wait for me to come back, okay?" "No need. From now on, you and I should go our separate ways. There's no need for us to be tied together anymore. This is exactly what you want, isn't it?"

Mom continued screaming, "You're going to stop caring about me too! I'm your mother! You're just the same as that damn father of yours! You just want to abandon me!" She then collapsed onto the floor, pounding her fist against it, crying and screaming her heart out. This scene had happened countless times in my past life. Every time I resisted her, even a little, she would throw a huge tantrum and lament how hard her life had been and how ungrateful and disrespectful I was to her.

I knew my father had an ongoing feud, though amicable, with Moon Harvest. “Who was dad?” Melody finally asked in a small voice to the room. She seemed slightly more with it after a few minutes, Alvin munching away on the cookies and tea, waiting for Melody to be ready again. I noted that the old man seemed to look a little guilty as he occasionally glanced at Melody.

Jeremy's POV We soon arrived at Melody's parents' apartment, Melody parked the car under a shed after driving into the compound. She was indeed well-to-do. They have a beautiful compound and a beautiful house. We got out of the car and headed for the front door. We walked into a living room, and I saw an elderly man and woman sitting on the sofa together. They were watching TV. I realised Melody looked so much like her mum, and she had her father's eyes.

Ella's POV The air felt heavy today-that kind where everything weighs one down and the whole world has come to a standstill. I sat on the couch, my arms loosely hugging Ivy, nestled against me, with her tiny frame so innocent and warm. Her laughter echoed through the room as Cocomelon played from the TV, bright colors and songs lighting up the screen. She pointed to the screen, giggling, "Mommy, look! JJ!" But I really wasn't there. My mind was elsewhere, clouded by that whirlwind of emotions spinning inside me, chaotic pieces I couldn't control, let alone make sense of.

Layla Do re mi fa so la... Do re mi fa so la... I could feel the excitement in his voice as his little fingers tapped on the keyboard. "That's right buddy!" Henry ruffled his hair. A broad smile crept up my cheeks, Nathan had made me smile. His eyes were gleaming with happiness as he felt fulfilled to have successfully played a basic on the keyboard. "Mommy?" He caught sight of me and leaped to his feet. "Oh, my boy," I scooped him up in my arms.

***** Old Master Mo’s flashbacks: And yes, it was actually true. Old Master Mo and Old Madam Mo were childhood sweethearts. But after Old Master Mo went to the military, Old Madam Mo’s family married her to another boy despite her unwillingness. But she got nothing in marriage except abuse from her husband and in-laws. Even when she returned to her home to tell them about her life in her husband’s home, none of her family members were willing to help her.

Both Dante and Donni had yet to hear the news, and I had to get Isaac out of the house as soon as possible so we could carefully consider our next steps. “Mena,” Melody tapped her tiny finger on her arm. “There was this lady who taught us how to catch fish and Naty was really good at it!” “Really?” “Yes, but not better than me, of course,” Melody added with a smirk. Mom pulled a face at the mention of fish, clearly not a fan, which brought a brief smile to my lips. She didn’t like painting, horses, camping, or fishing—but she was the type of mom to take an interest in our hobbies without a single complaint.

Inside every letter, I begged and pleaded for her to see me once more. She sat on the ground and read every one of them. Her tears soaked into the paper, causing the ink to bleed until the words disappeared. In my last letter, I wrote, 'Mom, you don't love me in this life, please love me in our next lives.' The sun shone in through the window, tinting Wendy's black hair with a golden hue. The wrinkles at the corners of her eyes seemed to have deepened. She had aged by over a decade in just one night.

"Yes. She totally did. She dissed her about being shameless, following a man onld enough to be her Dad around. In that tiny head of hers houses something bigger. You both need to be really careful with parenting this one or she'll be one of those rebellious teenagers in her time." Ford raises an eyebrow. "Like you were?" "Come on, I'm past that phase." Ford laughs. "Says the girl with her legs on the chair meant for sitting." "Ugh. Don't start. I've had enough with mum already." Ford looks around. "Talking of Mum, where is she?" "Aren't you missing something?" "What?" "Has Mum ever been alone ever since she found out Aunt Sue's Mum was her best friend in high school?" "Cute. Where are they b