My Mom My Love Novels & Stories

I assure her, hoping my words will provide her with some solace. She sighs, a mix of relief and concern evident in her voice. “Alright, Sophia. Just remember to prioritize your well-being. Your studies are important, but your health comes first. I’m here for you, no matter what.” Tears well up in my eyes as her words hit me with a profound sense of love and support. “Thank you, Mom. I love you.” “I love you too, sweetheart,” she replies softly. “Take care of yourself, and remember, we’re just a phone call away.”

“I love anyone who loves you. Including Uncle Joey, our neighbor. Auntie Christy, Uncle Wyatt, and everyone.” She scrunched her nose. “But I want you to love Uncle Bastian in a special way.” “Special way? Where did you learn that?” “Auntie Christy. She said if I want Uncle Bastian as my new daddy, then you have to love each other in a special way, Mommy. However, I don't understand how adults are loved in a special way. How, Mommy?" I shook my head, mentally reminding myself of the need to call Christy later.

Her voice was filled with empathy, resonating with understanding. A sense of comfort began to envelop my heart, her words washing away the loneliness that had plagued me. With each passing moment, the connection we shared grew stronger, transcending the physical boundaries that separated us. "I love you, Mom," I murmur, my voice filled with immense gratitude. "Thank you for always being there for me, no matter the distance." Her voice, with a resolute resolve, said, "And I love you, my beautiful daughter. Always remember that you have the strength within you to overcome any challenge. You will always have my love and support, no matter where life takes us."

" Dad suddenly gasped for air and collapsed straight to the ground. Ethan caught him just in time, but he didn't stop yelling at me. "Your mom did all that because she loved you. She would give her life for you without hesitation, and this is how you talk about her? Mark my words, Rosie Mitchell! Karma will catch up to you." As the crowd around us grew, I rolled my eyes. "You're not the one about to die, so why are you all so anxious? I know she's my mother. Maybe you should ask her if she'd want me to break the rules." I turned and pretended to ask into the ward.

As if her warmth was slipping away molecule by molecule, until there would be nothing left but the shape of her. “Mom,” I whispered, my voice cracking. Her eyelids didn’t flicker. I swallowed and tried again. “Mom. It’s okay. I’m here.” Still nothing. I pressed my lips to the back of her hand, breathing in the familiar scent of her lotion. Something soft and floral, the same she’d worn since I was little. “I love you,” I whispered. “I need you to know that. I love you so much I don’t know how to be a person without you.”

However, it just scoffed and said, "You're so silly. But you're right; we can't let her die. What if she makes us draw lots before we're allowed to sleep in the casket?" Then, a brief, cold breeze blew around Mom's neck. She got such a fright that her hands wobbled violently for a while. After freezing for a couple of seconds, tears gushed from her eyes. "Was that you, Belle? It was you, wasn't it?" Mom then burst into loud tears once more. "I'm sorry, Belle! I've let you down! I've already burned the lottery box! I won't ever make you draw lots again! "Mom actually loves you very much! It's just that you were too sensible and understanding from the moment you were born! You wouldn't even cr

Too far to see a face, but the shape is unmistakably human. A chill slides down my spine. I blinked, and the figure was gone. Hours later I’m still awake when a quiet tap comes at my bedroom door. “Scarlett?” My mother’s voice, low and uncertain. “Yes?” The door opens a fraction. Moonlight catches the worry lines around her eyes. “I just…wanted to say good night. And that I love you.” It’s the kind of tenderness I can’t remember hearing from her in months. Guilt presses heavy in my chest.

On my sixth birthday, a ticking clock appeared in my head. [Hostile bond detected. Pay ten years of your life for one point of affection?] Terrified of being sent away, I didn't hesitate. I gave up ten years right then and there. For the first time, Mom patted my head. She smiled and said I was a good girl for letting my twin sister, Lily Paul, keep the new dress. Then Lily fell critically ill. Mom’s affection score plunged back to zero. She tore my drawings to shreds and spat in my face. "Why couldn't it be you in that hospital bed?!" The ticking in my mind started again. [Swap conditions met. Trade all remaining life to take her illness?] I wiped my tears and whispered yes. Bef

Every month, Mom gives me 400 dollars for living expenses. But it's not a simple transfer. No, there's a whole approval process involved. Before I even see a single cent, I have to post an itemized breakdown in the family group chat—meal and drink costs, phone bills, and whether I've bought anything I shouldn't have. When my older sister, Michele Judd, sees it, she sends a laughing-crying emoji. "Are you sure he's in college? This is more like he's filing an expense report at work." My younger brother, Mikey Judd, chimes in. "Mom's only doing this for his own good. He grew up in a small town, so he is more prone to spending recklessly." Mom doesn't scold them and just tags me directly.

Jouvita walked over and said hastily. "Mom, what nonsense are you talking about? You are my mom! I am your daughter, we rely on each other. After so many years, how can you let someone else be my mother?" When Jessie heard the word 'your mother' from Jouvita's mouth, she could not help but become excited.