Novel & Cerita More Than A Mom

“You know what Mom went through with Dad’s Mom and family. It’s very traumatizing and can be extremely overwhelming. MOm was never happy. I really don’t want you to go through the same thing.” The corner of her lips tilted up. “Aw, you’re worrying about me so much. I know, I understand the trauma of Mom’s relationship with Dad’s family, but I can assure you that it won’t be the same for me. Mom was blinded by love and didn’t stand up for herself. Of course,because she was trying to protect us.

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 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, you don’t need to be so humble! “You raised me all these years. I’d be an ungrateful daughter if I allowed an outsider to offend you! “Between getting married and doing what’s right, which one do you think is more important to me?” Emerald’s heart skipped a beat, but she could not force a smile.

Beside her, Mom slammed a glass onto the table. "Haven't you had enough? So what if you really scored over 1,350? That doesn't mean your life would be any better after university. If anything, it was better for you to get out into the world early and toughen up! "You were so shy when you were little. And now look at you, talking back and arguing with your own mother. Isn't that proof you needed to get out there?" I honestly couldn't believe those words were coming out of her mouth.

“She can be loud and a little annoying sometimes… but she’s proven again and again how much we mean to her. I’ve seen her cry for us. No matter what we do, she never gives up. She keeps choosing us… over and over again. So maybe… it’s time I choose this home.” “So you’re choosing Charlene over your own mother?” “My mom?” he said quietly. “She left us for someone else. She doesn’t know how much we’ve been through… how much Dad has been through. I don’t hate her… but I don’t want to live with her either.” --- I didn’t know what I was supposed to feel. Happy… or heartbroken for Monica. Because no matter what she did, hearing your own children choose someone else… must hurt. ---

"Fine. But please, look after my wife. I have many enemies out there. It would be extremely dangerous for her to go without protection!" "Of course, Father. Mother will be safe with me," Xavier said, glancing at Elara with a smile that carried a dark, hidden meaning. The hum of the Vaughn family’s private jet sounded like a soothing drone to anyone else, but to Elara Moretti, it was a funeral bell. It signaled that she had just been pulled from one lion's den into a cage far more treacherous.

She took a deep breath, almost like she was gathering the courage to speak. “What is it, Ella?” I gently urged, sensing she needed to talk about something important. "Well... I was just wondering," she started, her voice barely above a whisper. "Can someone who isn’t your mom… be your mom?" Her question hit me hard. I knew exactly what she meant. Could someone be a mother without actually giving birth to a child? "Yes, sweetie," I replied softly. "Being a mother isn’t just about giving birth. It’s about caring, loving, and being there for someone."

I said. "That he does," Mom sighed. "Why would you say that?" I asked. "It seems you're the one person he can't get, at least not anymore." "Oh honey," she said, pulling me in for another hug. "I love you so much." "I love you too, Mom," I said, wondering if there was any way she could become my first conquest. That night, thinking of Dad's older woman thing... and my own fetish for older women... girls my age were so shallow and insipid I could barely stand to talk to them (although truth be told, they could barely stand to talk to me either).

I giggled mom : when you will say that you're in a relationship me : mom do I look too old mom : no princess I wanna know your taste me : I don't have any specific taste mom mom : then me : I want someone to be genuine that's it I don't want anyother things mom : wow my baby girl is grownup now me : mom mom : its true sweety Rio : you always praise her mom : I'm praising you also rio rio : did you ever felt that your son is single here me : lol mom bring a mirror mom : why dear me : to show him that he is a parrot not a human rio : is there anywhere that parrots should be single