My Mom My Love Novels & Stories

' I have long decided. I will never love Gab the same way that my Mom had loved my Dad and now she's gone. I will never love him.

mom: " oh.. my dear.. how are you?? don't be angry on your mom..!! won't you love your mom?? " me: " I love you mom.. so tell me why did you called me?? " mom: " come for the home.. at least just for dinner.. mom wants to have dinner with you.. I missing you baby.. " me: " mom sorry I can't come.. " mom: " please won't you love your mom.. can't you do this just for one night.. " I disconnected the call and went inside ward.. if she again ask I can't say no to her.. whatever she did she is my mom.. I love her.. even she loves me but she wants to give first preference to her husband..

Yup, it's official, my brother is weird. -------------------------------------------------------- I never thought Mom would actually let me go out of the house at 9pm. But sure enough, she was sitting on her favourite couch eating eba and banga soup watching Legally Blonde and telling me to 'have fun and be home before midnight'. Maybe it was beause she had just gotten off the phone with Richard few minutes ago. Stupid Richard. Making my Mom act like a love sick teenager. She's Not in love with him! She loves Dad and that's the only man she'll ever love.

The Doctor advises us that there might be a change, Mom got infected while she was travelling since she had a flight from the US going home to the Philippines and there is a chance that she got the disease there on the way home. Also with old age, her immune system weakened while in the quarantine facility until her body could no longer handle it. As I was walking to Mom's grave, I saw small yellow and white flowers in the grass field. So I took three pieces to bring for Mom. "Mom ..." I sat down next to Mom's grave and then I caressed her name engraved there and then I started talking to her. "I wish you were here... I miss you so much." I said in a weeping voice.

Fiona could feel Paul Henry's fingers going through her hair, imagining her hair circling his fingers, Fiona suddenly felt her heart beat abnormally fast. From time to time, his palm lightly touched her forehead, clearly just an absent-minded movement, but it was as if someone had stroked Fiona's lap with feathers, and her heart trembled slightly. Just as Fiona felt she might have a serious heart condition, Paul Henry's voice came from behind. "Alright." Paul Henry patted her on the head, "Look in the mirror." Fiona nervously picked up the mirror. “…Paul Henry, the nation is almighty…” Dear Motherland, I love you!

He directed the question at Mariano. "Got it ma'am." I smiled, a tear slipped down her face and I lifted my fingers and brushed it off. "I love you, mom. I love you so much. Yes, we fight a lot. And we disagree on a lot of things too but that doesn't change the fact that you're my mother and that I love you. And that you're the first friend I ever had and got to know. I love you, mother." "I love you. I love you so much. I hope you never forget that."

"That's all I'm asking please, Dad...." "O-Okay..." I heard him pull a long and frustrated sigh. He decided to leave my room afterwards and bade me goodnight That night I silently cried in the bed thinking about my mother. I missed her voice and her sweet caress. I missed everything about her. I don't wanna question life but I couldn't help but ask why she has to die? Why there's death and why it was too painful to lose someone you deeply love? And why some people can easily move on and go on with their lives after losing a partner just like Dad. I suddenly wonder if love is that too shallow. Maybe it is. I was under the impression that love is deeper than that. That's what my mom told me.

How could he lie like that — smile like that — while she was breaking? How could anyone call this love? Love shouldn’t burn like this. “But,” Mom said softly, pulling back, her thumb brushing the tears off my cheek, “I never, ever regret loving Aries. Because if I hadn’t loved him, I wouldn’t have you. I wouldn’t have Paris. You two are my greatest gifts.” Her voice wavered, but she smiled — the kind of smile that carries both love and ache. “Thank you for not giving up on me. I love you both.”

I said "You don't have to thank me, Sweetheart. I am your mother, and that is what I am supposed to do. I love you, too. More than anything in the world," My mom replied, and I smiled. "I have to admit I am happy you are not upset with me anymore. I missed talking to you," My mom said

mom remarks “I’m just here to see if anything can help, any clue or anything and besides I don’t have to go to work everyday, i don’t even have to work at all, I do it because I love it” “And now that your other love is missing?” Mom asks, questioning me more with her eyes than her words