Novel & Cerita My Mother - Episode 1

" I'm your mother Beau, you think I won't hear and know of your comings and goings through your window, talk to me what's going on with you, where have you been and where are you going? " " Mom, can I ask you something and trust you to be honest with me " " of course honey " " how did you manage to get me to raise me and do you know who my birth parents are " she looked at me long and hard and her eyes filled up with tears " so you know, for sure now, that we're not your parents but sweetheart you'd always be my baby " she looked away then back at me this time with her tears falling " there was a woman, I have no idea who she was, your father and I had been trying for another baby, we where

my mother quickly assures, but her answer isn’t exactly comforting. “You’re his fated mate. Can’t you tell if he’s . . . still here or not?” I ask, searching her eyes for any hint of answer. A lone tear rolls down my mothers cheek, and she shrugs. “Perhaps I’m fighting the knowing,” Her voice cracks. My knees go weak beneath me and I fall into my mother's arms, though no sobs escape from me. I think I’m in too much shock to be feeling anything yet. “But,” My mother says her tone determined to change the direction of our conversation. “That’s why we’re here,” I pull away and look up at my mom and instantly realize she is the strongest woman I know.

Even I, who had witnessed his coldness before, was shocked by his callousness. Ethan's mother suddenly broke free from those comforting her. She lurched forward, her face ravaged by grief, and grabbed my father's sleeve with such force that the fabric tore. Her scream was primal, a sound of pure maternal anguish: "Give me back my son!" Tears and mascara streamed down her face. "You monster, why did you have to show up? Why couldn't you just stay away?"

She looked fresh out of college. Her appearance was ordinary, but her voice was gentle and soft when she spoke. My intuition as a woman told me she was exactly who I was looking for. Sure enough, the second she saw me, she panicked. Her face went deathly pale, and her hands trembled uncontrollably, like she had just come face-to-face with a wild animal. "I-Is there something you need at the s-school?" Her voice shook so badly that she could barely get the words out. Yet, she had the nerve to announce in the group chat that she was Tony's mother.

"Otherwise, don't call me your mother anymore." The knocking continued. This time it was faster, more urgent. Annoyed, Mother stood up and yanked the door open. The moment she saw who was outside, her entire body froze. Two police officers in uniform stood at the door, their expressions grave. "Are you Briana's mother?" Mother paused briefly, irritation flashing across her eyes. "I am. What is she causing trouble over now? Is she still lying on the ground refusing to get up? Did someone call the police?"

The crack of my palm against her cheek echoed through the hall. "I am no longer the girl who cleans your messes, Maria," I whispered, leaning into her terrified face. "I am the woman who owns the debt on your paycheck. If you speak to me again without being spoken to, I’ll make sure you’re blacklisted from every estate in the city. Now, get out of my sight." Maria scrambled away, sobbing in terror. I didn't feel bad. I felt... clean. "Veronica? Is that you?" I turned to see Meredith Hudson standing at the top of the stairs. She was wrapped in a silk robe, her face pale and drawn, looking every bit the aging queen of a dying kingdom. She gripped the banister, her eyes wide as she took in my t

After a moment, he spoke again. “If you die, I want Benita to be Isa’s new mother. Letting her move in now is so Isa can get used to it early.” I hid behind the door, blinking and blinking. Die? What was die? Was Mommy going to die in three months? I didn’t understand it, but Mommy must have, because she wasn’t surprised at all. Mommy shook her head. “As long as I’m alive, that woman doesn’t set foot in this house.”

The same relatives who'd been toasting Grandpa and fawning over Mom minutes earlier turned on them faster than anyone, tripping over themselves to point fingers and distance themselves from the family. A heavy thud cut through the chaos. Grandpa collapsed, clutching his chest, and fell to the floor. The ballroom descended into total pandemonium. Mom and Uncle Keith crumpled to the ground where they stood, completely limp. In the middle of it all, Mom spotted me. She crawled over on her hands and knees, sobbing and begging. "Sawyer... Sawyer, I was wrong. I know it now, I swear. "Talk to your father for me, please. We're family! You can't just stand there and watch your own mother go to priso

Mo Sheng got his cue and spoke up, “Hey, hey, your son is also here. Do you only see your grandson, mom?” Mother Mo disdainfully looked at his youngest son and answered, “That’s right, I only see my dear grandson, so what? Tsk, look at your head, those red hairs. It looks like a monkey’s butt.” “What? Monkey’s butt? Mom, how can you describe your good son’s hair like that? Are you sure I am not adopted?” shouted Mo Sheng exasperatedly. Mother Mo replied, “What about it? Go look at yourself in the mirror and you will get the answer.”

Quentin then saw his Mom’s face burn, her ears turning red as well. She had even threw back a few words before she finally chose to eat the bread that was served to him by Dad. He tilted his head in curiosity with his Mom’s reactions. Was his Mom sick again? --------