Novel & Cerita Mom's The Word Sofia The First

The next morning, I woke up to someone knocking on my door, "What!" I shout. My door flew open, and my mana's angry face came into view, "Don't raise your voice in my house, Sofia." She scolds, pointing her finger at me. "Lo siento, mama." I aplogize. [I'm sorry] "Now go change and come downstairs to eat." She orders walking over to my curtins, opening them for the sun to come in.

Sofia said, with the precise, innocent delivery of a twelve-year-old who is using the word fictional as the world's thinnest available cover. "Of course," Elena said. "I just thought it was an interesting detail," Sofia said. "It is," Elena said. "It's a very interesting detail." Sofia said nothing for a moment. Then: "Mama. The story. The real one. About the family. About all of it." "Yes," Elena said. "Will you write it down?" Sofia said. Elena looked at her daughter. At the chin and the eyes and the certainty. "Yes," she said. "I'm writing it now."

It was the kind of silence that stitched wounds together instead of tearing them open. Then, suddenly, Sofia’s phone chimed on the bedside table. Neither of them moved at first. The world outside their moment didn’t exist—not until it insisted. Sofia sighed and reached for the phone, intending to silence it, but her eyes caught the notification banner flashing across the screen. Her breath hitched. “Mama…” she said slowly, sitting up. Her mother frowned. “What is it?” Sofia tapped the article open, and her face drained of colour. The headline screamed at her in bold black letters:

He looked at Joseph with suspicion, then turned to Sofia and muttered, "She's not my mommy..." Joseph furrowed his brows slightly and said, "She was." Owen became even more angry, "She wasn't..." After saying that, he turned his head and refused to look at Sofia anymore. If Livia was the number one bad woman, then Sofia would be the number two bad woman, daring to impersonate her mommy! Sofia looked at Joseph in confusion. Joseph pulled Owen into his arms, while looking at Sofia, "Do you recognize who he is?" Sofia gently shook her head.

“Sofia, I missed it all. Her first smile, her first time sitting up, crawling, walking—her first word was probably ‘Dada.’ And I missed it all.” His words hung heavy between us, raw and full of pain—as if this confession had been locked inside him for years. For a moment, something flickered inside me—maybe pity, maybe something harder to name—but I crushed it down. This wasn’t about Theo anymore. Not really. I stepped back, keeping my distance so he couldn’t see any sympathy. “No,” I said, voice sharp, before I could stop myself. “Her first word was Mama.” Theo’s face softened briefly, but then I saw the tension return in his shoulders, the weight of his regret settling over him like a shad

another replied. Sofia's body shook in anger; she grabbed the plate of hot food that was on the table. In a swift motion, she slammed it against the first maid's face. A scream echoed around the dining room, and the other maid tried to flee, but Sofia was fast to grab her and slam her head hard against the table. She had lost the first cat, and she wasn't going to lose another. "Where the hell is it?" She thundered. "Is it dead?"

“She gets it from her mother.” I laughed quietly, the sound strange in my throat after days of sobbing, screaming, and silence. “You better be careful what you say, Matteo. You might make me believe you again.” He raised an eyebrow. “Maybe that wouldn’t be the worst thing.” Before I could respond, Sofia stirred slightly, her lashes fluttering like butterfly wings. All three of us froze. Her lips parted, dry and barely moving. “Mommy…” I bent over her immediately, tears springing to my eyes. “I’m here, baby. I’m right here.”

Knowing Sofia, I understood what she meant. I slowly turned to look at her. “You are not going to drag my friends into this, right?“ I asked while trembling. If she poisoned me, then she was capable of doing anything to them. Mom chuckled, her voice as cold as ice. “I am Sofia. I don't fear anything… I also get anything I want!” I broke down again. If I could not be scared of my own life, then at least, I should do it for my friends. I could not let mom lay her hands on them. “Mom…”

She asked and as Sofia looked at the clock, confirming it really was that late, the next time she looked at her mum, she was almost squealing. With eyes as hollow and dilated as it could, she pushed herself closer to where her mother was. “It’s actually six pm” She replied but everyone was aware that wasn’t the reason she was even so excited. “Why are you so excited?” Theresa asked the obvious question, looking about the fresh bags of groceries. “You wouldn’t believe what happened, ma. Who I just saw—“ Rip the bandaid…Freya, Victoria or how would she tell her? Sofia was the one on her tip toes and it wasn’t until her mother noticed the long pause between her words that she looked back at her