Mother To Son By Langston Hughes Novels & Stories

"Bakit hindi natin ito nalaman noon?" "Ito ay dahil matagal nang namatay ang bata," sagot ni Mang Rey. "Ngunit ang pangalan at ang kuwento ng anak niya ay naging malaking bahagi ng mga kalokohang pinasok niya. Ginamit niya ang sakit ng pagkawala ng anak niya upang makuha ang simpatiya ng mga kakampi niya, ngunit ang totoo, siya rin ang dahilan ng pagkamatay ng bata."

Or maybe a connection where arguments are lessen. “My mother left us when I was in gradeschool because my father couldn’t afford a thing. Not even a slice of bread.” Mapait siyang napangiti habang inaalala ang buhay nila rati. “But that motivated my father to work hard even more. How can a single, jobless father raise a child alone, right? And I’m glad my mother left us. My father was able to do everything he could just to raise me and give me everything I wanted and needed.”

Sabi ng ginang saka muling tumingin sa labas. Alam niyang hindi siya mananalo sa ina sa oras na iyon, marahas na paghinga ang pinakawalan niya saka lumabas ng silid. Nakita niya ang ama sa pool side habang umiinom ng tsaa. “My mother is like selling me off.” “I’ll try to talk to her son.” “I’ll leave dad. I feel like I’m dying in this place.” Malalaking hakbang ang ginawa niya palabas ng bahay.

my mother begged. "Simple lang naman ang hinihingi namin sa inyo na mag-asawa. Where the fuck is your daughter, Fernandez?" "Hindi niyo makukuha ang anak ko." Papa tried to move but then I heard a gunshot. "Isang tanong, isang sagot, Fernandez. Nasaan ang anak mo?" "Spare my daughter, huwag ang anak ko parang awa niyo na. Siya na lang ang natitira sa amin, our eldest son already died, please..." My mother plead but they never listened. I silently cried when I heard my mother's voice.

nagtawanan kami sa sinabi niya,ate savannah puoted like a child "where is your mom and dad savannah?"tanong ni daddy "nasa work po si daddy,and mom--"fear flushed on her eyes I sighed "she's on the bahay po"mahina niyang ani,I can sense the fear in her eyes kahit ngumingiti siya "esa mujer todavía no cambia realmente, todavía no puede aceptar la muerte de Jaraih(that woman still doesn't really change, she still can't accept Jaraih's death)"my father said in sad tone

Naabutan ko pa si papa na mukhang hindi papasok ngayon at inuubo. "Inumin mo ito ng lumuwag ang paghinga mo. Masyado na kasi ang amo mo at hindi ka na pinapauwi ng maaga ngayon. Magkakasunod na gabing late ka na umuuwi tapos amoy alak pa mga damit mo." sermon ni mama kay papa.

"....hindi ko akalaing gano'n siya kabaliw sa akin." "What did you do to my son? You are not worth it." "I know." Tumango ako. Alam ko ang katotohanang, hindi ko deserve si Sheehan. "But Sheehan's happiness is only me. Hindi ko na siya kayang saktan, mommy." Sheehan's mother creased her forehead. She crossed her arms over her chest. "And what do you want now? Let you with my son? As if I'll trust you—"

He snorted before removing all of those baby-like clothes and faced me. "I never need one. Mother's love? Mother's care? The hell I care about that? I don't need anyone, any mother to make me feel that thing. Treating me like a baby won't do. Your mother, trying hard to be my mother, makes me sick as fuck, it makes me vomit. It's making me cringe to the bones. She's childish. No wonder you're like her. Premature bitch since your mother's an unnurtured childish baby. I don't need anyone's pity nor sympathy after hearing my story. I helped myself to grow, and I will grow more without needing the help of others." My mouth went agape because of the thorny words he have said to my mother. My eyes

isang patunay ng aking tahimik na pagdurusa sa loob ng silid na ito. "Anak ko, balang araw ay maiintindihan mo rin kung bakit kailangang dumaan ng mommy sa ganitong klaseng kalupitan... ginagawa ko ito dahil naniniwala akong may kabutihan pa sa loob ng daddy mo," pagsulat ko habang ang aking paningin ay muling nagdidilim dahil sa tindi ng pagod.

her mother's words cut through Genevieve's spirit, leaving her reeling in disbelief. "But---" Genevieve's opinion was not heard as her Mother glared at her, "I said No, leave that dream and focus on what we want you to do, Napakatigas din talaga ng ulo mo!" she strongly says to her child, Tears welled in Genevieve's eyes as she struggled to make her mother understand, but her pleas fell on deaf ears. The weight of her family's expectations pressed down on her, suffocating her own desires and aspirations. As her mother turned away, leaving her daughter shattered, Her mother's words cut like knives, rejecting her dreams and aspirations in favor of the path they had chosen for her.