My Mom My Love Novels & Stories

The woman she had always longed and wanted to see. She saw a scar on her mom's wrist. When she was a child, her father beat her. In order to protect her, her mom got this scar. It was very deep, so it was still there. She remembered it vividly as if it had happened yesterday. How could she ever forget what's this woman had done to her? " If you don't accept it, Mom will be angry." She said softly and smiled again while Selena took the card into her hands fully and frowned slightly.

Mom clutched the sketchbook tightly and broke down, sobbing. I tried desperately to hold her, wrapping my transparent arms around her shaking shoulders. Mom, don’t cry. Didn’t I draw really well? I practiced drawing you so many times before putting this one in the book. This one is the prettiest. My voice trembled just like hers, full of helplessness, even though she couldn’t hear me. I whispered my final plea. “Can you grant my last wish?” Mom nodded through her tears as if she had heard my wish. “I will fulfill all your wishes. You’re my favorite, Chloe.”

She had just stroked my head and asked, "Does it hurt?" At that moment, I could not hold it in anymore. I started crying like I used to. "Mom… Diana… she's gone too far." In the end, I did not say what she had done. I was afraid it would hurt my mother. More than that, I was afraid she would try to give up her treatment to ease my burden. My mother gently patted my back, again and again, without saying a word. After a long while, she said, "If it's too hard… let it go."

“Have you ever been in love, Mom? Really in love? The kind that consumes you? The kind that makes you risk everything because being without them feels like dying? Even though it’s forbidden, I love Theo with all my heart and soul. He makes me feel safe. He makes me feel alive. I can’t erase him. I won’t.” Mom’s face softened for a moment, a flicker of understanding crossing her eyes, but it was quickly replaced by resolve. “I have been in love, sweetheart. With your father. And it was hard. It was painful. But we fought for it the right way. Not like this. Not sneaking around. Not lying to your family. You need to stop this. For your own good. For all of us.”

I said, hoping he wouldn't take my remark as sarcasm. Once he left, my mother practically bounced back into the dining room humming. With her hands clasped, she looked up dreamily. “Isn’t he wonderful? Tell me, what do you think?” I stopped putting dishes in order. “Excuse me?” “Adrian,” she said, smiling. “He’s caring, respectful, sweet. And good looking! I can’t believe how lucky I am. It’s like now, for the first time in a long while, I’m actually happy. I am actually happily in love with a man who also loves me and treats me like a goddess.”

Let love be your compass. *I must go now. Your father calls, the scouts have reported movement at our borders. Whatever happens in the days to come, know that you were loved beyond measure. That you were wanted. That you were our greatest joy.* *With all my heart,* *Mama* The journal fell from my trembling hands, landing on the carpet with a soft thud. My mother's final words echoed in my mind, a love letter written by a woman who knew she was about to die. She had loved me. They both had.

I say and she sighs. “I thought I would be a wonderful Mother,” She puts her face in her hand. “Mom you are a good Mom. I love you, Amon loves you, Victor loves you. And Lauryn loves.” “It’s not about love. Did Dad and I mess you all up?”

"I'm here to see you, Julia. I brought you ice cream. It's strawberry flavored." He ate a mouthful. "Your mom is still in the treatment facility. She's doing fairly well. The staff there takes good care of her. She's a proud, stubborn, and pigheaded woman, but I know she truly loved you. She just… showed it in a very stupid way—so stupid that she ended up causing us to lose you." Dad lowered his head. The ice cream before the gravestone was slowly melting under the sun. I sat on top of the gravestone, looking at him. Then I reached out and tried to touch his hair. My fingers went right through, but some of his gray hairs ruffled in the breeze.

Her gaze drifted over to me—to my right eye, now a bloody, ruined mess beyond repair. For the first time in eighteen years, I saw something other than disgust in her eyes. A faint flicker of light, trembling and fragile, rose from the ashes deep in my heart. Mom… will you finally look at me? Will you finally feel something for me—even a little pain? With the last of my strength, I reached my hand out toward her. But then, in the next second, a weak whimper came from Alice's hospital bed, "Mom… I'm so cold…"

Somber music and monotonous decorations filled the funeral hall. A large memorial display stood at the entrance, with my and Dad's names written on it. When Mom saw it, the last trace of her composure crumbled. She fell to her knees and crawled to the front. Before she could even step inside the hall, Larry lifted his foot and punted her away. "Scram, you piece of trash! A monster like you doesn't deserve to show up here! We don't want your wickedness here!"