Novel & Cerita My Mother - Episode 1

I'd come to prevent one. "The Mother is real," I told them, watching their faces carefully. "And she's gathering an army to open the gate to The First Ones." A heavy silence fell over the room. Even Reina stopped staring at me. "Those are just stories," Alpha Damon said, but I could hear the doubt in his voice. "I wish they were." I pulled a worn leather journal from my bag and put it on the table. "This belonged to my grandma. She fought The Mother sixty years ago and barely survived."

"The 'Terrorist' is gone. The loose ends of the past years are finally buried under the reservoir. Now, stop playing with that letter opener and sit down. We have a press conference to prepare for. You are about to become the most sympathetic widow in the country." "You... you killed them," Mother rasped, her voice trembling with a fury so potent it seemed to be the only thing keeping her upright. She lunged forward, her frail hands clawing at Vincenzo’s lapels. "You killed my little bird! You killed my Catrina!" Vincenzo shoved her back with a cold, effortless disdain. Mother stumbled, and I caught her, my arms wrapping around her thin, boney shoulders. The scent of hospital antiseptic and

"It's windy outside, and you're dragging Luca around? Do you even know how to be a mother?" Joe and Hailey had moved out, so seeing him here screamed 'another fight.' Typical. I tossed my coat onto the couch, not even bothering to hide my irritation. "That's still better than you as a father. Since Luca was born, you haven't held him once. "All you do is sit around with your feet up, throwing out cheap insults. "You barely make a dime, but you've got plenty of time for this nonsense." Joe's face went beet red, stunned by the clapback. "How dare you talk to me like that!"

I replied, "This is the last lesson I will give you as your mother. I hope you never speak harshly to those you love or who love you. You have to learn to respect others, and they'll respect you in return. People leave when they're hurt." Julian collapsed onto the ground and sobbed uncontrollably. He clutched the hem of my skirt tightly. "Please give me another chance, Mommy. I'll definitely change my bad habits—I won't be like Daddy! Please believe in me, okay? I'm your son—" he cried. I helped Julian up and said, "It's a fact that your father and I have already separated, Julian. I will never return to that house anymore." He wiped his tears away and asked, "Mommy, if you don't want Daddy,

I only felt tired, so exhausted. I knew it was time for me to leave. That night, I appeared in my mom's dream for the first time, just to say goodbye. In the dream, she looked the way she once had: polished, confident, a powerful woman admired by others. She sensed my presence and turned around. Shock filled her face. "Erwin… Is that you? Did you come to see me?" She shouted excitedly and rushed forward, trying to hug me. "I've learned my lesson! I'll never trust that software again! Please forgive me. Come back and live with me, alright? I won't favor anyone anymore. You're my only son. Whatever you want, I'll buy it for you. Okay?"

… The next morning, I took a day off to bring Natalie to the mall. I bought her a new dress and a new backpack. Everything that was hers had to be brand new. We shopped, had a good meal, and went to the movies. For once, we did everything an ordinary mother and daughter would do. That day, Natalie finally broke out into a bright smile. … In the afternoon, I received an unexpected call. It was from my mother-in-law, Catherine Brown. Her cries filled my ears as soon as the call was connected. "Whitney, you heartless woman! Haven't you ruined Arnold enough? What more do you want?" Catherine's high-pitched tone stabbed at my ear.

birthday banquet. When I saw the news on my phone, I smiled softly. Looking up, I saw my mom selecting clothes for herself. She was back to her gentle and beautiful self. However, she still moved in a cautious way that made my heart clench. Even so, I believed that with my support, she would regain her confidence. She absolutely would. [The End.]

Fenwick, the dean of academics, were both standing behind Mom, their expressions grave. Leaning down, Mr. Stuart tried to help Mom up. "Ms. Campbell, why don't you head inside first and—" "Don't touch me." Mom's voice was almost scratchy beyond recognition. One of the police officers approached her. He crouched down to meet her at eye level and introduced himself as Officer Payne before asking, "Are you the deceased's mother?" "She's not dead," Mom fired back robotically. Officer Payne paused for a moment before flipping open his notebook.

When my mother woke up, she seemed to have turned into another person. She stopped obsessing over me and no longer pestered me with questions. All she did was stay silent by my side while peeling apples for me and making sure I had water to drink. There was a vacant and depressed look in her eyes. Meanwhile, two more bodyguards were stationed outside the ward. The camera disguised as a smoke detector was still inside the room. It continued to flicker with a faint red light.

I found my mother in the lounge, sipping tea as if she hadn’t just ruined my life the night before. She looked up and smiled. “Ah, Caleb. I was just about to....” I cut her off by placing my phone on the table, the image of the mystery woman from the footage displayed on the screen. She blinked, then frowned. “Tell me where she is,” I demanded. “I need to speak to her.” My mother stared at the picture for a long moment. Then she looked up at me, confusion written all over her face. “I don’t know this girl.”