Mother Young Novels & Stories

She locked the door behind and took a cab to hot girls club. This would be her second time going to a club. She went with Quinn when she was still in high school and now, to see Dylan. She want to get a good job with good pay so that she would take care of her mother. Growing up without a father made her love her mother so much. Right now, she could bare to see her in that condition. Tears ran down her cheek at the thought of her mother. She sniffed in and wiped her tears. The cab driver stared at her through the front mirror but didn't want to say a word. He only felt pity for her.

Her eyes look swollen. "Mother, what are you doing here?" I shouted once again. Hearing my higher tone, the woman turned towards me. She squinted her eyes. "Who are you?" she asked as if she does not recognize me. "What do you mean? I am Celine Young. Why are you here? Why are you crying?" "Are you kidding me? Don't fool me!" Mom does not believe that I am Celine Young. This is so weird. It seems, tonight everything feels strange.

Could my life get any worse? "Papa you can't be serious right now! she is just a fifteen-year-old girl with a mind of a twelve-year-old child, she doesn't even know how to cook, clean or even do laundry and on top of it she is so lazy that she can't even carry a small bucket of water, how do you expect her to take care of that old man who can't even stand on his own two feet?!" mama questioned with anger. She was really bold talking back at her father like that.

Chapter 9 Mr Young walked ahead of me carrying the bags of groceries and medicine bags that we brought on our way earlier. My twenty-five years old landlord greeted our cat and rubbed his fur gently, which is a sight to behold. Mr Young and my beloved son together was something I didn't want to change. I knew whatever we had right was nothing permanent but I could allow myself to enjoy the moment which was what I always did. “Meet your mama, Bibi.” Mr Young announced. I chortled and moseyed my way towards them taking Bibi from him.

The girl explains to her confused mother. "I don't understand." Mrs. Young murmurs, she needs a minute to digest everything she's been hearing. "Mom, dad only loved you." Mrs. Young drops herself on the couch and facepalms before sobbing. Eun-Hee sits next to her and hugs her. "Don't cry mom." She says as tears roll down her cheeks also.

Hence, why did she even want to force the relationship with them? This could be a blessing in disguise! After Mango thought of all this, she smiled at Madam Ye and said, "Mom, I feel like you're very wise sometimes." "Oh, I'm just an old lady." The faint smile Madam Ye had on her face was kind, and it warmed Mango's heart.? "You're not an ordinary old lady, you're the best mother in the world." Then, Mango gently hugged Madam Ye like a clingy child, which delighted the older woman.?

I stood in shock, staring at the young girl, well aware of why her eyes were very familiar. I had seen it just recently. A figure walked past me, the person the young girl had been looking at. It was a woman with dark hair, just like the little girl. So when the little girl called out “Mama!” to her, I did not doubt for a second that they were related. “What are you girls doing out here?” My mother asked, an arm around each girl. “I was showing Jasmine how to catch a butterfly, Aunt Janis”, the young girl said to my mother.

her mum said in an excited tone. Arlene turned the volume up to the loudest and they kept up with their mini karaoke which was pretty much loud, because people on the road started to look at them. But then none of them cared, to Arlene her mum was a vibe and not like the regular southingham mothers who were boring and lame. These were the moments she lived for, there was never a dull moment with her mum even though they had little cat fights, but it was normal with females. “Do you think dad would be back from work by now?” Arlene asked her mum who was still caught up in the blues of the music playing.

Her being intimidated earlier was now gone, making her realize that his parents were warm, nice, and kind people. "Welcome to the family, hija. We've been looking forward to meeting you since Ira told us about your intimate wedding in Japan." "Thank you, ma'am," Chloe politely denoted. "Call me Mommy from now on," Helena assured her and added, "your mom-in-law wants to have a solid bond with you, sweetheart. I hope you don't mind." Shaking her head, she said, "None at all, M-mommy." "Anyway, congratulations to the new momma! I am excited to see your baby bump swelling gorgeously."