Mother In Tagalog Novels & Stories

Yaya said with her Filipino accent. Narinig ko ang mga yapak at ang mabilis na pagbukas ng pintuan ng kwarto. Natigilan si mama ng makita niya kami ng kapatid ko. Mabilis akong tumayo at naiharang ang sarili sa kama. "Chris! Ano 'tong sinasabi ni manang na--" natigil siya sa pagsasalita ng hawiin niya kaming magkapatid. Nakita ko ang pagsunod na pagpasok ni Papa sa kwarto.

"Oh, Mommy, I am feeling the urge to slap for face right now." "Stop it. Respect your mother." Nakuha niya pa talagang ngumiti! Ipinakita ko ang aking palad ko sa kanya, nanggigigil. "Nangangati ang kamay ko, Mommy. Nangangati ang kamay ko." "What is the problem with that, anyway? You're single, so is he. Isa rin itong paraan para hindi ka na ma-link sa lintek na Thaddeus na iyon na parang linta kung makadikit sa iyo!"

I smile then my tears begin to fall, I was there lady main since Shun Yu was a kid, she's like my son and she even kiss me on the forehead like her mother in the past, her parents died on an ambushed in their past mansion and sad to say her sister was abducted, and until now she didn't even find her. "oh Nanay Lina" Shun Yu stop chasing the girl when she saw me, she then approaches me and kisses my forehead, She called me Nanay or Mother in the Tagalog language in the Philippines, I hug her to greet her, "Oh Nanay this is Brittany, Brittany this is Nanay Lina my beautiful mother" she introduced me to her slave and that is new, " I'm not your mother Shun Yu," I said then she smile. "yes you a

sigaw ni Mom na kinailing ko. “D-do you hear yourself, Mom? H-how can we help a lot of people b-but behind those may inagrabyado tayong tao?” nasasaktang tanong ko na kinatigil ni Mom. “H-hindi kayo nang-agrabyado ng kahit sino, Maria Ysobelle,” aniya at niyuyogyog ang balikat ko. Tanging pag-iling na lang ang nagawa ko at sumuko na sa pagtatanong sa kanya.

Pinupog ko pa ito ng halik sa pisngi at pansamantalang kinarga. "Ang aga mo naman yatang gumising!" Sita sa'kin ni mom. "Oh, ikaw ba nagluto ng mga 'yan?" Tila hindi pa ito makapaniwala. "Infairnes hindi sunog ang baccon!" Nakangising dagdag pa ni mom na talagang hindi man lang bumilib saakin.

The mother looked at sack of flour at dahan-dahang sinundan ng tingin ang bagnos ng harina hanggang madapo ang tingiin nito sa dulo ng aking sapatos na suot. The mother lift her head ng makitang may harina sa sapatos ko. When her face came to see mine ay nanlaki ang mata nito at biglang nawalan ng kulay ang kanyang mukha. "L-Lady M-Marina." the mother shuttered saying my name. Ahh kaya pala, she also know that I’m Lady Marina. And I think everyone gathering here also know me. What a scene. Akala ko ba lowkey lang ako?

Kaya nga laging pumuputak ang mga manok, eh. "Ay hindi na ba?" Balik na tanong ni mama. "Feeling ko..." Hindi ko maiwasang magtunog mayabang. Tumango tango pa siya. "Oo nga pala, hindi naman na kailangan..." Hindi ko maitago ang tuwa sa puso ko. Nanay ko talaga siya! Supportive kahit nilayasan ko. "Kasi wala naman ng i-ga-ganda pa, eh!"

"kahit sobrang sakit." "Shhh, darling i'm sorry too. Sorry kung wala si mama habang nasasaktan ka." tumango na lamang si Yesha. Hindi siya humihiwalay sa yakap ng kaniyang mama. Pakiramdam kasi niya ay gumagaan ang lahat. "M-ma," "Hmm?" "Uwi na tayo sa atin..."

Only one person could answer our questions now. “N-Ninang?!” Note: Ninang is the tagalog word of ‘Godmother’

I was in the garden, kneeling against the floor as I watered the hibiscus, a smile making its way to my lips as I hummed. My mother’s favorite flowers was hibiscus, I remember my father getting her lots of it whenever he could and now, watering the same flowers only brought me nothing but joy. I tucked a strand of hair that fell to my forehead behind my ear, wiping my face with my other hand, leaning back lightly to admire the work I just did.