Mother Young Novels & Stories

“ Mother!” A younger version of Levy cried happily as she rushed towards her mother who was working inside the shack. With the moon shining brightly over her head, Levy knew that it was the middle of the night, she pushed herself off the small bed and then jumped over to rush towards her mother.

’ She answered. She just called her mama. I let out a sigh. I watched them entered MC Donald’s. And I feel quiet for a moment. I wonder how old is she? She looks young and she does not look like she has already given birth. Oh man, another beautiful girl, and she is taken.

She looks happy. My mother is a beautiful woman with her classic pin-up girl looks. You’d never think that she’s in her late fifties. Even though her life hasn’t been easy, she has always kept a good attitude. “You look good, mom. It looks like you had a really good time. Was it everything you thought it would be?”

Ask me with a question mark in my head. “You see those young men?” Mother slightly advances her lips towards the young men who gather with a glass of juice in their hands. “Choose one of them to be your husband.” Add Mom with a thin smile on her powdery face. My eyes turned. I understand what you mean. I'm 20 now. And at this age, a girl—especially of noble descent—should already have a candidate to be husband.

You have to be strong for your mum," she muttered amidst tears. "Okay . Aunt.." he replied and wiped away the tears from his eyes. They both composed themselves well and went into the house. Lian met his mother in the living room having a glass of juice. "Mum...?" he called with a distressful look "Son...., what's wrong." she queried anxiously as she stood from her seat to meet her son. "Mum..., we lost Clifford." "What?!" she exclaimed, stunned. *********** KATE'S HOUSE It's 8 pm now,

I held it under the desk lamp and the air went out of my lungs. My mother. Young. Maybe twenty, maybe a year or two older. Her hair was long and dark, the way I remembered it from childhood, and she was wearing a white sundress with small blue flowers. She was smiling. Not the tired, careful smile I knew from my teenage years. A real smile. Open and bright and full of something I could only describe as joy. She was standing next to Victor Crane.

her uncle Shinji nodded and even smirking at her, she saw that her uncle was observing her facial expressions when she was talking at that time. "what do you mean uncle?" she asked. "your mother was a famous Mafia Boss on our youth yes she is famous Mafia boss at such a young age, she was tough and strong no one can even hit her with bullets using just her katana that was how strong she is and so cool brave powerful on Mafia World Before until she meet your father.." her uncle Shinji said and even shakes his head like she didn't like the time when her mother meet her father.

He stood before the podium on the stage and said, "Happy Mother's Day to my mom, my grandmas, and Aunt Kamila." "Today, we celebrate Mothers' Day. A mother can be a businesswoman, a military woman, a doctor, or someone who chooses to take care of her kids. To young children, a mother puts them to sleep, makes them their food, and teaches them how to be good. To young adults like me, a mother is my reminder, my guide, and my source of comfort."

Mom looked at me with an unsure gaze. "How old is she?" Dead! My mother is 42, and Mrs. Nunung is older than my mother. "Um ... 52 or 53 years. Rara forgot how old is she." "So, yiu go with who?" "Gerald." "Gerald again. He's a student, not a teacher." I know, my mother was already suspicious, with my attitude that was getting bizarre, and the excuses I made were so absurd. "There were several students who were asked to help lift things." My cell phone vibrates. I know Gerald has arrived. He's never been a gentleman, bravely my mother's permission. He always calls me, and I go out alone. Evil indeed!

**May’s POV** I had always reveled in the cheering freedom of youth, savoring each moment as if it were a delicate, fleeting butterfly. I watched my mother, the epitome of selflessness, devote her life to our family. People revered her as strong and virtuous, their eyes gleaming with admiration. But in the shadows of that praise, I labeled her choices as foolish, crafting a silent vow within me to never follow in her footsteps.