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I explain. My mom let out a chuckle. “Well, I am sure especially after knowing how far you have achieved. I mean, who doesn’t want to be your parents? I’m very proud of you, Honey. You have always loved to write since you were nothing but a little child and now you’re living your dream. I honestly can’t be prouder.” “Stop making my head grow bigger, Mom.” I laugh. “You know I’m not that good. You just say all these wonderful things cos you’re my mom.”

“Please, Miss Felicia…” Rose whispered. “My son did nothing wrong. I'm telling you the truth.” For a moment, something moved in Felicia’s eyes. Rose couldn't tell what it was. Part pity, part doubt. “Please, leave now,” Miss Felicia said. Her voice sounded final. Rose fell to her knees. “Please, I'm a single mother. He's all that I have,” she cried. Rose’s words shook her, her heart melted as she turned to Rose. She could feel her pain.

"You're lying, Ms. Lamont. You're not our mommy." Ivana sneered cruelly, "I'm not lying to you. Yara never gave birth to you. That's why you naturally hate her." Hearing that, Cheryl shoved Ivana in anger. "You're talking nonsense! Even if Mommy is annoying, how could she not be our mother?" Ivana froze. She hadn't expected this reaction after Cheryl learned the truth. Lucas quickly comforted her, saying, "Ms. Lamont, even though you're not our mommy, Cheryl and I still like you."

My mother guided me through the aisles, her fingers lightly tracing the spines of the books as she shared her favorite stories with me. Each book held a different world within its pages, and as my mother opened them, the scenes came to life before our very eyes. We traveled through time, witnessing historical events, exploring distant lands, and delving into fantastical realms. I was captivated by the richness of the stories, the depth of the characters, and the boundless imagination that leapt off the pages. In this library of dreams, my mother and I shared laughter and tears, exchanging thoughts and ideas, and immersing ourselves in the beauty of storytelling. It was a sanctuary of knowled

“She’s the last person on my mind when I sleep and my first thought when I wake up. I miss her when I eat, study, sleep. I feel like crying loudly when I go into your bedroom and I see her empty space.” “Honey, but I’m trying my best to fulfill all your requirements. You know you’re my eldest daughter and I love you more than anyone” My dads eyes filled with tears as he spoke to me. “This huge mansion full of furniture and a 100 servants is still empty without mom. These fancy dresses and money can’t replace my mother.” I cried. “There’s no one to look after Anna and Zac. Anna is just 15 and Zac is 10. They need a mother. I totally agree that you’re trying your best and you love me the most

A very big opportunity for me. I nodded. "I will do it mother. He is my mate so this wouldn't be wrong." She smiled brightly. "That's the spirit dear." she said and stood up. "Give me a minute." she left. After what seems like five minutes, she back in with a big book. She dropped it before me. "That is the basic of what you need to learn. I know you weren't given a chance to school. So, I want to give you this book. This is a book I created when I was younger. I always made sure to write down everything I learn at school, in the kingdom. I ask questions a lot, so I made sure to write the answers down. I was so curious when I was a kid. I wrote down all my curiosity and the ones which were a

- Mothers told me stories they passed or knew about the free world, I liked to hear - we both smile - They did it as an act of distraction, for them and for us helians and tenths. - Helians? - says confused - Yes, that's what the mothers called the youngest, those who will be born in the Institute, like me - I answer and we are silent for a while going to the cabin. - Can you write? - Some things, I had a book and Mother Sthefany taught me to read and consequently to write. - Looks up reminiscing - She was kind of thick but she was fun.

Amazed at the way it sold, I had to come up with other interesting titles that would shake the market. When I began writing, I started with fables and articles and the zeal and support from my parents made me more conversant. I wrote my first fable 'the lion's tribe and other stories ' and my father supported me by publishing it both as an e-book and and paperback and it was sold in many book stores. My mother told me that I could be one of those great authors that would change the world someday with my pen and that has motivated me even when I try to give up.

"I've learned my lesson! I'll never trust that software again! Please forgive me. Come back and live with me, alright? I won't favor anyone anymore. You're my only son. Whatever you want, I'll buy it for you. Okay?" Her eyes overflowed with tears. However, when she reached me, she grasped nothing but empty air. I sighed softly. Ignoring her desperate cries, I turned and walked away. A faint breeze drifted across the bedside. My notebook fell to the floor. It was the only thing she had kept of mine. Inside, she had written countless confessions. [I will never show favoritism again. My good son… Will you still be my child in the next life? I promise I'll be a good mother.]