Mothers Warmth 2 Novels & Stories

V bullets. "I know you're scared Clarke, but sweetie you have us. We'll protect you no matter what." My mom says as she's trying to assure me. She held my hand and smiled. Warmth, is such a very pleasing feeling. It takes fear out of all of us, and it feels calming almost illuminating. Maybe that is what the world needs right now. To feel warmth. To feel like you're not alone.

With a warm smile, Sarah greeted her mother, eager to hear what she had to say. "Mom, what are you doing here? Who let you in?" Sarah asked anxiously, her eyes darting around the house to assess the situation. Meanwhile, her mother, Winnie, stood in awe, her eyes wide with wonder as she took in the grandeur of the living room. "Wow, this is amazing," she exclaimed softly, her voice filled with admiration. Sarah couldn't help but feel a mixture of confusion and amusement at her mother's reaction.

This lake, revered and whispered of in awe-struck tones as the Emerald Lake, was a sanctuary to the elusive and entrancing Emerald mermaids, whose legends ebbed and flowed like the very tides they commanded. With a sigh borne from the depths of wisdom, my mother would press a gentle finger to her lips and usher me into silence, guiding me to sit before the dancing flames of the hearth. The warmth of my mother's embrace enveloped me like a cozy blanket, providing a sense of security and comfort. Her arms held me tightly, offering solace and reassurance. I could feel her love, like a gentle pressure against my skin, as if her touch had the power to mend all wounds.

She grabbed my wrist and got straight into the car. I looked out the window, remaining silent the whole time. I spent the last two days laying my mother to rest in a cemetery. It turned out that keeping her by my side to keep me company was, in hindsight, far too selfish. She had been worn out for so many years. It was time for her to rest in peace. “Honey, come back. I won’t bring those people home anymore.” Belinay’s voice was tense yet tinged with a hint of flattery. However, listening to her just made me sick.

He wiped away from me. My phone started ringing. my mother called. "Yeah, mom?" I said picking up the phone. "Dad and I are going to a party tonight, so don't wait for us. I transferred the money to your account, so order takeout and go to bed early." "What about Charlie?" I asked my mother. "He's staying with his friends tonight. You're the only one in the house, so close the windows and doors before you go to bed." "When will you come?"

Tears started to pool in her eyes, and I could hear her whimpering behind her hands. “Oh, my girls. Look how beautiful you are” she sobbed and fanned her face. “Thanks Roe” I smiled at her, “Thanks Ma” Nat cooed. “Come here you two” she held her arms out for us and we stepped into them simultaneously, wrapping her up in our arms. Roe wound one of her arms around my shoulder tightly and squeezed. “My daughters” she gushed with another sob. “Mum, cut it out or you’ll ruin your makeup” Nat jeered as she pulled away.

********************** Some months later ********************** I have been avoiding Mazi for so long to no avail, I really regretted what happened between us in the past however I'm really pressured right now. My petty business is not enough to pay my rent, cloth, or feed Sarah and me, not to talk of Sarah's school fees. The hours I spent under the sun has made my skin darker and wrinkled, I don't wear makeup anymore and it used to be one of my favorite things in the world. Sarah would soon be eight years but she has matured beyond her age because of the circumstances revolving around us, I have failed her as a mother. "Mum, I'm hungry." Sarah's soft voice broke my reverie.

Every person who comes to the garden and finds their way to the centre and puts their hand on what is there. Every one of them rearranges. My mother rearranges. Slowly. The way she does things — with the composure that is not armour, that is simply how she holds herself, which I have stopped trying to remove and have started receiving as what it is. The composure rearranges around something that does not have a word in the language of composure. Something that is simply: warmth. Received. She stands at the warm stone for a long time. I stand beside her. We do not speak.

Seeing her mother like this, Xiao Mei’s heart softened up as she softly glanced at her mother and reassured her, “Mom, I'm completely fine. It’s just that the room became a little bit messy. I will clean it up.” Seeing that her mother was reassured about her being fine and was not trying to enter her room, Xiao Mei decided to send her mother away as soon as possible. “Mom, it's so late at night. Why aren't you sleeping yet?” Mrs Zhu wanted to say something but before she could even utter another word from her mouth Xiao Mei continued, “Mom! If dad sees you like this, he would be angry. Do you want him to get angry and lose his health again?” Xiao Mei observed her mother's expression and seei

As my mom continued kicking me, my face was finally exposed again before her. My face was pale, my eyes were half open, and my skin was stiff and swollen. I looked very different from the face she usually saw. My body was covered in purple frostbite and countless marks of abuse. The software, the discipline app she trusted so completely, was still running. Facing my lifeless body on the floor, it let out a harsh buzzing sound, saying, "Failed! No effort detected. Failed!"