Mothers Joy Novels & Stories

However, it just scoffed and said, "You're so silly. But you're right; we can't let her die. What if she makes us draw lots before we're allowed to sleep in the casket?" Then, a brief, cold breeze blew around Mom's neck. She got such a fright that her hands wobbled violently for a while. After freezing for a couple of seconds, tears gushed from her eyes. "Was that you, Belle? It was you, wasn't it?" Mom then burst into loud tears once more. "I'm sorry, Belle! I've let you down! I've already burned the lottery box! I won't ever make you draw lots again! "Mom actually loves you very much! It's just that you were too sensible and understanding from the moment you were born! You wouldn't even cr

“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.

… The next morning, I took a day off to bring Natalie to the mall. I bought her a new dress and a new backpack. Everything that was hers had to be brand new. We shopped, had a good meal, and went to the movies. For once, we did everything an ordinary mother and daughter would do. That day, Natalie finally broke out into a bright smile. … In the afternoon, I received an unexpected call. It was from my mother-in-law, Catherine Brown. Her cries filled my ears as soon as the call was connected. "Whitney, you heartless woman! Haven't you ruined Arnold enough? What more do you want?" Catherine's high-pitched tone stabbed at my ear.

You really don't deserve to be a mother, forget to bring water for your children, like this, how is it worth being a mother. Knowing that her mother was blaming herself Joy understood about patting her mother's head and said: "I like to drink mother's milk. Now I can go and buy water. Mom, don't blame yourself, giving birth to a child was already very hard for you, still raising children. again." The more Joy is like this, the more embarrassed she is to the mother, but now is not the time for her to see this and that, but she has to quickly leave here to buy water for her children.

"Get up, Mother…why are you like this? Get up! Tears were now streaming down Joya's face. Mira was purposely refusing to stand up. "If they shed my blood, they won't be satisfied. They might rape you, or even worse, kill you. Now why would I let that happen? Mira cupped Joya's face with her hand. "Run, my child! Run! Don't look back, don't stop, keep running. If the gods will it, you will get out alive." Mira said and then pushed Joya away. Joya swiftly rises to her feet; she grabs the small bag at the corner of the tent. Then looked back to gaze at her mother in the tent. Her swollen left leg, her wrinkled face…her suffering.

Please note the sarcasm. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Joy's POV

Attention was not what I enjoyed most. 'I feel something great is coming. More like someone is coming to us, someone that will make us happy,' Joy replied. 'Oh, you hope to find another mate here, right? I thought the moon goddess only blesses us with one mate?' 'Or a second chance, mate. But in our case, it would be a third chance, mate.'

We settled in silence, the sounds of the fish splashing in the water, birds chirping and the howl of the wind being the only source of sound. " I have questions," i finally admitted, I had been taking everything in as if it was nothing, joy had told me so many things that made no sense yet I believed her with no question. "First things first," I swallowed. " You claim my Mom cursed Allan when she was pregnant with me, when was that? And why didn't she just find and alternative to it instead of running our lives?" Joy sighed. "When your Mother cursed Allan, he was only 20." Her words made me gasp though the little action brought me pain.

She walked to Joy's room and knocked before entering. "Undress yourself,come and bathe." In Africa,if a woman gives birth or looses her child, an elderly woman bathes her. " There's no need,I'll bathe myself " Lillian's Mom went into the bathroom and sat down,she didn't bother about Joy's reply. In the bathroom, she(Lillian's mom) cleaned Joy's body,she scrubbed Joy's back hard but she(Joy) didn't ask her to reduce the pressure. " I heard you haven't cried since you lost your baby,why? She scrubbed the back harder before she began to massage the stomach.

**Jasmine POV** Joy in me is written all over the place at the thought of seeing my mother, whom I left a long time ago without her knowing where I was or how I had been. As I prepared for my trip, my heart swelled with joy. I wondered how she was doing right now. I sighed heavily; I couldn't wait to see her again.