Mothers Warmth 2 Novels & Stories

Inside, the warmth of the room seemed to deepen, not from the fire, but from the quiet joy of two parents who, at long last, saw the light returning to their son’s eyes. Morning sunlight streamed through the tall windows, washing the room in golden warmth. Orlanda stirred beneath the soft sheets, her hand instinctively reaching to the other side of the bed, it was empty. She blinked, the events of the previous night flooding her memory like a sweet, dizzying rush. A slow smile curved her lips as she sat up, pulling the covers around her.

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?"

I smiled at her and she pulled me into a warm hug. “I’m so glad you’re okay” she sobbed quietly. I wrapped my arms around her shoulders and hugged her back. Roe is my surrogate mother, the mother I always wished that I had. She pressed her lips to my cheek and left them there for a second. I felt her tears drip onto my skin. She let me go with a sniffle and stepped back. Without hesitation Lupus lunged forward, wrapping me in his giant warm arms and rocking me side to side. “Hi Lupus” I choked out under the pressure of his embrace.

********************** 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.

' Fae feeling the strangely familiar warmth from the woman unconciously blurted a question in her head as she stared, mezmerized by the womans beauty and attractiveness. "Your heart is tainted." Came the soft voice of a woman as it reached to hold her raised baby hands, its warmth enveloped the baby. "As dark as the cloudy night." Followed suit her speech as she now held her face on which began to emit warm glow. "Blocked by an ice." "Unable to melt." "Dont worry im here." "To guide you from here." "Beside you, ill give you warmth." "To ease the coldness beneath." The woman just keep mumbling on somethings as it held her like she was the most precious thing, and stared directly towards her e

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!"