Mother Daughter Dandelion Tattoo Novels & Stories

She didn’t want to meet me, but I begged the prison guard for the last visit. “Forget about me, Carys. Take good care of yourself. Don’t end up like me. I’ve made too many mistakes.” Her voice was gruff, and tears rolled down her cheeks. The weight in my chest held me back from saying anything. “You’ll always be my mother,” I said shakily. Mom burst out crying, releasing her innermost emotions. “Be a better person in your next life, Mom. Don’t make the same mistakes again.” She nodded and silently mouthed the words, “I love you”.

“Bigger than I planned, but it works. You want to look around?” I shook my head, my mind already made up. “Actually… I need you for something a little more personal.” Jaden raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Oh?” I rolled up my sleeve, exposing my wrist. “I want a tattoo. Something meaningful.” He nodded, walking closer, eyes scanning me like he could read the story etched in my veins. “Go on.” I inhaled sharply. “I want my sister’s name—Luna—inked on my wrist. And… with an infinity symbol. Around it, connected. Something that… shows she’s always with me.”

“Daddy, it’s a tattoo, and it stays hidden with most clothing.” “You’re too wild like your mother.” I watch as my mum nudges him offended. “I told you not to let them be around the bikes, and biker guys. You turned her into this.” My mum argues back. My dad looking at it while shaking his head. Damon moves and he climbs out the pool and walks over, his eyes glancing to it. I watch as his smile turns to a grimace. “Shit.” His word quiet, but not quiet enough, my dad looks at him. “No denying that is a tattoo.” He laughs and walks off, my dad shaking his head.

Her clear tanned skin and soft brown hair, the way her brown eyes searched deep into my own, I’ve seen it all before, somewhere. “Hello” I finally spoke, stepping forward and holding out my hand for her, "I'm Zelena". ‐-------------------------------- Authors Note Finally the long awaited meeting of mother and daughter. What do you think will happen next? Will it be smooth sailing from here or are there more rough waters ahead

They are unusually quiet, and I see their own shining tears streaking down their face. I watch as Daphne flies over to Tate. “Do you know if your mother or father had a favorite flower or plant?” “My mother loved tulips,” he says, and Daphne goes over and begins growing tulips, a flower that has never grown in this part of the world. We stand, watching in awe as the sprites create a beautiful flower garden with all sorts of colorful flowers. When they are done, they turn to Maeve, Meadow and Tate. “We hope you like them.”

Mom with her wild auburn hair whipping in the wind, Dad grinning beside her, and me as a gangly teenager, my arms wrapped around a much younger Aofie. They looked so alive, so unbreakable. A perfect family portrait, or so I'd always thought. I stared at the photo under the dim bulb's flickering glow, my breath catching. My eyes lingered on Mom's wrist, where a bracelet of seashells partially obscured her skin. I squinted, tilting the photo closer to the light. There, peeking out from beneath the shells, was a tattoo — a bold, stylized letter V, etched in delicate black ink, the lines curving like a serpent's tail.

I asked Zion. He scrutinized my outfit choice. Black slacks, black button-down shirt, and a silver vest. The sleeves were rolled up, proudly showing off the new tattoo that I had Dante do for me. It was my girl’s name in Arabic inside of a fractal overlay. Our pups names were also placed within it in Arabic. “I think that Mama will love it. Are you nervous?” he asked me. Was I nervous? Nah. Not really. I was excited more than anything. I was a little anxious, hoping that she would like what I had planned out for the night.

Zander stared at the picture of his mother’s grave on his phone. I watched as emotion pulled at the corners of his eyes. After the day we’d had, I’d almost forgotten to show him. After dinner we lay together on his bed, legs intertwined, waiting on the sun to set so the beast could break through. “She would have loved the garden. She loved roses, though I’ve come to hate them myself.” My gaze lowered to his forearm at the rose tattoo. “Why did she use a rose, I wonder?”

She said. Right now she was smiling at the memory… but I knew she wouldn’t be for long. “Later that night when I got ready for bed I went to take off my necklace. The one my dad had given me.. with the stag etched on it. Just like this one….” She held up her arm. She’d had a stag tattooed there for years. It was part of her love of all things nature. And she fancied the creatures.. thought they were magical. She’s gotten the tattoo ages ago. Instead of the gang tattoo the rest of us got when we were eighteen. Now she had both.

It couldn't continue to torment me. "Show me the birthmark you have. Just like mine." I unbuttoned my shirt and spread it open. "This one right here. Show me yours." I touched my nipple that was extremely dark. The other was pink as always, except for that one nipple. When Dina told me that the girls had the same type, all wanted to do was to confirm it. And coming to Dandelion, although wasn't planned, but I was also grateful that I was able to come and see things for myself. I might not have believed it completely, just like when Dina told me about the girls, but seeing is always believing.