My Mom My Love Novels & Stories

As I crawled to her spot, my world crumbled when I realized that her heartbeat that I'd always loved hearing was gone. {"M..Mom! No!!"} ~*~*~

Isabel DARLING, MISSING YOUR BIRTHDAY IS A TOUGH PILL TO SWALLOW, BUT LET ME BE CLEAR THAT YOU WILL ALWAYS BE IN MY THOUGHTS AND MY HEART. NOTHING CAN CHANGE THAT FACT. I'M SURE THAT MAVIS WILL MAKE YOUR BIRTHDAY EXTRA SPECIAL, JUST LIKE YOU. I WANT YOU TO KNOW THAT YOU'RE LOVED, EVEN THOUGH I'M NOT PHYSICALLY THERE. WITH LOVE FROM MOM. I heaved after reading Mom's short message.

Death isn't something -" ” Uncle! You should concern about my aunt, right now. Please have a good dinner. I gotta go. Call me if you return home, Aunt!" I left the restaurant without caring about Mom's opinion anymore. I know why, but I felt kinda upset. I will be lying if I say that I never loved my mother. I did. I still do care and wish her the best. But it somehow triggers my emotions. The lady who is sitting in front of the young handsome man used to be my mother.

I said. "Do you really have to leave?" mom asked me. I was definitely not going to answer that. My mom was a successful lawyer and I knew she was trying to win me over. I can't give her the chance to do that. I needed this freedom. I laid on my bed and stared at my ceiling while popping blue berries into my mouth. "I love you Mei Xing Lin," mom said. "I am not dying mom," I joked. "At least not yet," I murmured. "I just want you to know mom is always here, everything I and your dad did for you was because we loved you," she said.

me completely exposed to you mommy. In my defense, if I have made you feel uncomfortable, all I can say is- I love you and I'm sorry. Sorry that I have fallen so madly in love with the most stunning, most alluring, and most gorgeous creature on this fair earth of ours...my mother. Love, Jimmy

What could I expect from him? — Are you in love? I shifted my gaze from the beige floor to my mother, lying in bed. — Of course you are. I noticed it the first time... will you tell me? Am I still trustworthy? She was crying. And so was I. — You always were, mom. I’ve been waiting. I wanted to tell you from the first time. My mother wiped away her tears upon hearing that. — The first time...? How many times were there? I approached her slowly.

You. My phone buzzed and there was a message from Sindy. "Dude, were are you? Shows almost over. Were the hell are you?" I stuffed the phone in my pocket and turned to mom. "I loved you too mom, So much. You meaned the world to me. But you don't love me that way. Had you so, you would know what's important to me. And that's Heathens. But you don't. Which means you didn't love me. I can't stop loving you, because sadly, you are my mom. But I can do one thing. I can do whatever I want. I won't listen to you anymore."

I didn't want to be an audience to their tear-jerking mother-daughter bond. "I don't—" Before I could finish, Mom’s voice blasted through the phone. "Serena, if Tara hadn’t insisted that a family should stay whole, do you really think I’d want a troublemaker like you back? "You’ve always been so stubborn. If it weren’t for you, your brother…Look come by or not, I don’t care either way.” Then she hung up. I stared at the black screen, my hand tightening around my medical report. I suddenly felt grateful for my illness.

“I know I shouldn’t have gone into Jenny’s room, but I just wanted a little bit of your love, Mom! All you ever see is Jenny. Don’t you see how hard I’ve tried just for a little bit of affection from you? Because of her, I’m stuck wearing pink, even though I like blue. I tried to be just like her in everything, but none of that matters. It’s just so hard to get even a tiny bit of love from you. Mom, I’m your child too. Can’t you love me just a little?” By the time I finished speaking, I was crying so hard I could hardly breathe. Mom only shrugged off my arms. Her eyes were cold and hard as she looked at me and said, “Jenny is my only daughter. My love will always be for her, and not a single

I wasn’t sure if I’d find guilt or resolve myself there—and I wasn’t ready to confront him either. As Mom pulled away from the hug, she cupped my face in her hands. “How could I be far from you, love? It’s your birthday. I had to come back, no matter what,” she said, her tone brimming with love. I nodded, forcing myself to match her enthusiasm. “You should take a rest, Mom,” I said, stepping aside slightly, trying to regain some control of the situation. “Mr. Ezekiel and I will cook something for you.”