My Mother - Episode 1 Mga Nobela at Kwento

HER SISTER'S BOSS 📝 AVA'S RETURN 📝 EPISODE 18 Maya's POV ✏️ Slowly, I opened my eyes and stared at the white ceiling above my head. I looked around and saw pair of eyes staring back at me and smiling. Judging from the smell,I knew I was in the hospital. "Maya!" You are awake! " Mom cried. A tear dropped from my eyes as I sat up and hugged her. "Is it true? Are you my mommy?" I asked and she nodded.

“MOMMY…” Jade whispered, her voice trembling as her eyes fell on her mother, standing in front of their door with an anxious yet hopeful expression. The moment she stepped out of the car, her mother rushed toward her, enveloping her in a tight embrace. “Oh, God! My baby! My Jadeey! You’re finally home,” her mother cried, tears spilling freely as she clung to her daughter. “I’ve missed you so much, my love.” Jade felt her chest tighten as she returned the embrace, burying her face into her mother’s shoulder.

Except—she’s already closer than I anticipated. The way she handled Mother earlier, the way she’s looking at her now with genuine compassion—it’s not part of the script. It’s real. And that terrifies me more than I want to admit. “Thank you,” I say quietly, meeting Mother’s gaze. “But can we please just eat? Before everything gets completely cold?” Mother laughs, a sound that’s still watery but more relaxed. “Yes, of course. You’re right.” We settle back into our seats, and the conversation slowly resumes. Mother asks Eunia about her family, her childhood, her interests. Eunia answers each question with ease.

I asked her, “I'll come pick you up.” When she did not respond, I asked again, “Mom, where are you?” “There's no need,” she replied, “this is something I have to do.” “Mom just listen to…” But the call disconnected before I could say anything more. “Does your TV work?” Susan asked, “She's going live now. It's too late.” I put on the TV and flipped the channels until I saw Jacqueline on the screen with my mother. Jacqueline: Mrs Cuban! It is such an honour to have you on the show.

I had no idea what this would mean to my mother. “She’s right, Morris; I won’t be too distraught to lose you,” my mother says coming up behind us. I’m startled to hear her so close, and I glance back shocked at what I see. My mother is coming up behind me wearing leather pants, a leather jacket, and a high ponytail. As I look back to Elder Morris, I see a flicker of recognition cross his face. He recognizes his mate, my mother. That’s odd particularly as he had referenced her so coldly previously.

I didn't have my father, I barely had my mother, but I turned out better than my mother had hoped I would do. "Whatever, Aria. If you want to die old and alone, then carry on going the way that you are, because you're doing it perfectly." My mother muttered under her breath before she turned her head in the opposite direction, put her earphones back in, and returning to the magazine she had been reading. I could already tell that these were going be a somewhat, interesting and quite possible dramatic three weeks. **

my mother replied coldly. Allen smirked and walked closer. My mother remained close to me but before anything serious could happen, Draven stepped forward and grabbed my mother. My mother screamed, trying to free herself when two more sentinels rushed to help hold her down. *Mother,” I muttered, trying to reach for her. She cried, stretching out her hand towards me. Our eyes carrying unspoken but sad words. Allen grabbed my arm, I stumbled forward, my legs weak. My mother lunged for me again, but Allen shoved her back hard, and she fell onto the dirt.

My classmates had always taunted me by calling me a bastard but now I will show them my father, and all the beautiful gifts he would get for me. "Yes, he does and very much so. Now go take a nap, I will wake you up once he comes." My mother said and cajoled me to sleep. "Okay mother," I replied happily, I couldn't wait to tell father how much I loved him and missed him. Maybe he would even teach me my homework today. ****** "I told you to abort that thing…, that brat, Helen; but you disobeyed me." The voices in the sitting room were low but strained, I could hear my mother sob softly as she pleaded with the man she was talking to.

I ask defiantly, and by my uncle's expression, I know he's dying to give me a good smack for being so stubborn. "At this very moment, you move your butt and go apologize to your mother. I'm about to tell him that this woman is not my mother when he raises his hand, making a gesture for me to be quiet. "Of course, she is your mother. Even though she didn't give you life, she is your mother. Tell me, who has been taking care of you every time you get sick? Who attends all your school events? Who stands up for you when you make a mistake? Who has given you all her love without making any difference between you and your sisters?"

“Mom, I'm here.” A simple grave and a modest headstone were all that remained of my mother. “Mom, I found the truth.” I crouched down and placed the photograph beside the grave. The image Margaret took was blurry, the figures faded with age, but I could still make out the silhouette. “The man who hurt you didn't die by my hand.” I paused. “He was destroyed by his own greed.” The night before, Victor's condition deteriorated rapidly.