Novel & Cerita Mommy Is My Hero

When I finally got it in my arms, I burst into another fit of tears. "Oh my God, Riri!" I fanned at my eyes with my hand, shaking from emotion. She kept rubbing my other arm, chanting over and over, "Sorry mommy… do you like it?" "I love it, baby… I love it so much." I cried, holding the book she wrote to my chest. She had given me a book with the name on it, 'What I Love About Mom'. She also included painted beaded bracelets, and the more I imagined how much thought and time she had put into the gift, I cried even harder.

“You must prove to me you aren’t just a spoiled trust fund baby who may have grown up physically, but has no genuine sense of survival. I can’t have my son dependent on me forever. I can’t provide for him forever. You can’t lose interest in raising my son when the going gets difficult and walks out. Or pawn him off on a nanny or boarding school. My son won’t be hidden away from the world at a school so far away that he can’t come home each day.” “Fine, I get that, and I can easily agree to all of that. But what about you? What would make you happy?” “Make me happy? Heath, you don’t get it. Well, here’s the truth: I don’t exist anymore. I don’t have time to be me and if I did, I wouldn’t know

“Come on. Don’t tell me you’re going to sulk this time. You see, Mommy is so tired that she has to rest. You have to be a good girl and take your drugs, hmm?” The child nodded though there was a bit of sadness on her face. Mrs Wilson patted her back. “You are a strong child. Only strong children take medicines like this. Grandma is proud of you, superwoman.” “I’m superwoman?” She gasped as this was not the first time someone was calling her a superwoman. Her mommy once told her that if two to three people tell you the same thing at different times, then they are right. You shouldn’t doubt it again. Not only has her mum called her superwoman, but her daddy also did and now her grandmother was

"You're going to be an amazing mother, whether you're doing it in New York or Paris. And I'll be with you either way." The simple, unwavering support in her voice brought tears to my eyes. "Thanks, Mom." "Now, I should let you go," she said. "It's late here, and I have another meeting with the lawyers early tomorrow. But I'll call you with updates." "Promise?" "Promise. I love you, Mia. Tell those boys Grandma says hello." "I love you too, Mom." After we hung up, I sat for a moment in silence. "Your mom is my new hero," Scarlett declared, breaking the silence. "Seriously, that woman is incredible."

Jace's voice broke on a sob. This was impossible. How was I supposed to do this? Damian's deep voice cut through my panic. "Jace." My son looked up at him, tears streaming down his face. "Your mom is a superhero, right?" Damian asked. "That's what you told me earlier." Jace nodded, sniffling. "And what do superheroes do?" "They... they save people," Jace whispered. "That's right. They save people. Even when it's hard. Even when they want to stay home." Damian's voice was surprisingly gentle. "Your mom has to go be a superhero right now. But superheroes always come back. Right?"

I looked like the textbook image of the undead. I let out another big sigh as I sauntered toward the wardrobe to select today’s outfit. “Get it together, Amy”, I whispered to myself. “You may be heartbroken, but you’re still a hottie. You’re not going to let those assholes ruin your day, your week, or even another minute of your life. You’re only 25, you’ve got your whole life ahead of you. You’re beautiful, you’re strong, you’re smart, you’re rich, you have a fat ass, a flat stomach and tits to die for. Whatever is meant for you can’t be taken away. The garbage threw itself in the can.”

We have to grow up quickly so that we can meet our bravest, most amazing superhero Mommy. Her heartbeat is the most beautiful lullaby in the world.

I grabbed the medicine case and ran out. When I reached the infirmary, Noah's face was turning blue. I used his epinephrine pen and gave him the backup medication. His new teacher squeezed my hand, shaking. "Thank God you came, Mrs. Bellandi." A few children laughed. "She's not Mrs. Bellandi," a blond boy said. "Noah said she's the nanny." A girl added, "His real mom is Serena. She's pretty and smart and takes him to polo matches."

She lunged at me, her fingernail digging into my forehead like a dagger. "Those eyes of yours! They're exactly like that monster's! Every time you look at me, it's like you're reminding me of how filthy that night was! How disgusting! Why don't you just die?! Why?!" I didn't have time to dodge. She shoved me backward, and I stumbled, my back slamming hard against the wall. The pain shot through me. It hurt so much I couldn't even speak. My younger sister, Alice Ballmer, rushed forward at just the right moment, wrapping her arms around our hysterical mother, tears streaming down her face.

Shasha asked as she knew he couldn't break his decision. Master Hero dialled his phone and few minutes a knock at the door. He opened and Henzo with the bodyguard came in. "Mommy! Mommy!" Henzo shouted as he came running toward his mother. "Henzo, my baby," Shasha's sad voice. "I ride a horsey!" little Henzo blurted out giggling and happy. "You did?" Shasha smilingly said even though she was in pain inside her heart. Master Hero immensely staring at the mother and son. He felt delighted but a part of him was jealous of the father of Hero whoever he was.