Mother In Tagalog Novels & Stories

The other night mama had threatened to bring another wife for her son. "I would get my son a virgin bride if you can't fulfill your part in becoming pregnant for him. I know girls like you, you must have tricked him into believing that you are a saint." Mama said to Sarah. "That friend of yours, what's her name again?.... Mary! She looks like a homely girl from a nice family. And your possible replacement." Mama mocked Sarah more. "I love my husband mama and he knows everything about me." "Does he know that you are an ashawo (prostitute)?"

My mother, Sophie Nash, was also my homeroom teacher, and she loved nothing more than using me to assert her authority. She was convinced that the worse off I was, the more afraid my classmates would be, and the higher her authority would be. Once, when I passed an eraser to a classmate during class, she slapped me so hard across the face in front of the whole class that my face swelled up. Another time, after I secretly ate a crumb of a classmate’s snack during recess, my mom dragged me up to the front of the classroom and pricked my lip with a needle until blood gushed out. Later, when a classmate was caught by the vice principal for having a romantic relationship while underaged, my m

Meaning hindi ko kilala. "Hello, sino 'to?" Tanong ko sa caller. [Hmm, Xzyra, ito ang mommy mo] sagot ng nasa kabilang linya dahilan para kabahan ako. 'S-Si mommy?!' "Oh, bakit napatawag ka po" sinadya kong diinan ang salitang 'po'. [Pumunta ka dito sa bahay, may pag-uusapan tayo] "At bakit ko naman po kayo susundin?" Sarkastiko kong saad. Basta sa kanila, hindi ako magbabago.

Aurelia Nightbane gripped her phone tighter, staring at the screen as her mother's voice echoed in her ear. 'Mom, what do you mean your boyfriend will pick me up?' she asked, her voice laced with disbelief. The line crackled slightly, but Selene's tone was firm, unyielding as always.

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”.

' Pasimple na lang siyang napabuntong-hininga at pasimpleng napakamot sa ulo. "Naku siguradong magugustuhan mo dito Son! This place has a lot of good memories. I'm sure marami kang makikilalang mga kaibigan dito. Some of our favorite places are still here," napapangiti na lang ang kanyang mama habang sinasabi yoon. Marahil naaalala ang kabataan ng mga ito "You're right so many memories linger here, kaya naman sinikap kong ma-preserve," She sounded so sentimental habang nakatingin sa kanyang mama.

"Your mother is dead, Nyx. You need to come home."The words were the last thing I expected to hear while elbow-deep in someone else's dirty espresso cups, my third shift of the day barely halfway done. I stood there in the back of the café, trying to process what my mother's lawyer had just said.Dead? My mother was dead? "Miss Torelio? Are you still there?"I realized I hadn't responded or even breathed. "When?" My voice came out flat.

She realized that staying any longer would get her nothing, so she spat out one last threat, “Jonathan, you’ll regret this.” After that, she took the fruit basket from the floor in defeat and left the ward. David was still angry as he watched her retreat. “Trash! She actually thought she was some sort of prize, and she still has the guts to pester you. “Jonathan, don’t get all soft on her. It’s best to cut off a mommy’s girl like her as soon as possible.” Then, he turned his anger toward me. “And you, did you carry all of this alone? That’s insane!

After seeing the doctor, he took the medicine and rested. In a haze, the familiar scent of flowers lingered at his nose, and a cool hand rested on his cheek. His body burned with fever, yet his heart felt icy. In his haze, he couldn't tell whether it was Tanya holding him or… his birth mother, Olga. Luciano felt a cold, silky strip brush against him, probably the cuff of her sleeve, so chilling it made his head spin. "Madre…" "Luciano, how are you?" "Luciano? He probably had a nightmare."

Ang totoo niyang itsura. Tinignan ko ang nangingitim nitong braso na nilagyan ko ng dugo. I touched her arm and I immediately sucked my blood using my hand, fortunately, it didn't leave any mark. "Who... Who are they..?" I asked. The mother looked at me, namamaga ang mga mata. "The Flaxed." She uttered, nakita ko ang poot sa mata niya nang sambitin niya ang salitang iyon. I knew it.