Novel & Cerita Mother Love

She hugged her tightly and rubbed both hands around her back. "Mom, you are still my mom. Being a mom doesn't necessarily mean you have to be the one to carry the child, especially for selfish reasons, and sell them out later. You don't have to be my mom biologically before I call you my mom. Being a mom is all about raising a child, loving that child, and calling them yours. You raised me for twenty five years, soon to be twenty six mom. Do you think any other mother would be able to replace all those loves?" Maria asked Faith.

“Grandma missed you so much.” Xiao Hui cheerfully replied, “Xiao Hui missed grandma too.” For Xiao Hui, Mother Mo was a mother figure. She was the only female who was by his side from when he was a child. Even though Old Madam Mo (Shen Yuluo, Old Master Mo’s wife) was also there, but according to his family, she was very sick and cannot speak to him as of now. So, he only got the motherly love from Mother Mo.

The woman she had always longed and wanted to see. She saw a scar on her mom's wrist. When she was a child, her father beat her. In order to protect her, her mom got this scar. It was very deep, so it was still there. She remembered it vividly as if it had happened yesterday. How could she ever forget what's this woman had done to her? " If you don't accept it, Mom will be angry." She said softly and smiled again while Selena took the card into her hands fully and frowned slightly.

Too far to see a face, but the shape is unmistakably human. A chill slides down my spine. I blinked, and the figure was gone. Hours later I’m still awake when a quiet tap comes at my bedroom door. “Scarlett?” My mother’s voice, low and uncertain. “Yes?” The door opens a fraction. Moonlight catches the worry lines around her eyes. “I just…wanted to say good night. And that I love you.” It’s the kind of tenderness I can’t remember hearing from her in months. Guilt presses heavy in my chest.

“Come on, I’m not that bad. It has always been my silent prayer for Jaiden to have the rightful woman to marry. If you are his choice then you have my wholehearted blessings.” “Are you serious, Mother?” I let out. I was still a bit surprised at my mom’s words. “I love you, son, I don’t care if you believe otherwise but that’s the truth. You can never say a mother hates her son no matter how she treats him. I gave birth to you, I know what it felt like to have you as my son. Don’t think I love Sidd more than you because you

"You're here." "I'm here, love. I'm right here." Mitchell pressed his hand to her cheek, her whole body shaking with suppressed sobs. He turned his head slightly and his eyes found Daggy. "Baby girl, come closer." Daggy moved to the other side of the bed, still holding Britty's hand. "I'm here, Daddy." "Take care of your mother," he said, each word an effort. "And that beautiful granddaughter of mine. Don't let anyone hurt them."

"KWENALI EMERI MOORE!! WHAT WOULD YOUR MOTHER SAY TO THIS!!" I shouted. Her eyes snapped to mine. I saw the anger, hurt, fear and exhaustion in her eyes. I moved closer to her as I spoke. "She would not want this for you, sis. I don't want this for you, and deep down... you know you don't want this for yourself. You're not a monster. You're not a weapon, love. You are a person filled with love and care for others. Don't let him, them or anyone else take that from you!! Your mother gave that to you. She embedded that into your very core!! Don't let them erase her from you."

If Vera was a delicate, petite woman, Victoria was without a doubt the ultimate mature woman. Only Victoria could handle my size. However, she was my future mother-in-law. How could I do such a thing?

Mother shows me a grin. Can’t help but smile about how much she hates the bitch. This is why Mother is my favorite person. I enjoy how well she speaks of that tragic event. Oops! Should I call it tragic or perfect? Perfect is the right word. The event was the best that had ever happened in years.

She was so pretty like a goddess. “Do Mama and Dada love each other like that?” My young mind never saw the cracks in our family. All it saw was a beautiful and courageous mother like the sun and a loving supporting father like the moon. The sweet smile on my mother's face twisted, her youthful eyes grew dark, and she was angry. I knew that. Every time she got angry she was not a good mama. She was scared.