My Mother Has A System But Won't Use It Novels & Stories

What is she saying that she wishes she hadn't picked me up? "Mom, enough," sister reprimanded her firmly. She supported our mother on the other shoulder, her eyes were on mine. Solen and I talked last night and she explained to me the decisions made by Mom, it's hard to object but what can I do? I don't want Mom to be hospitalized again because of hypertension. "Mom, please-" "Look, and don't call me your mother, because you’re not your child! I don't have a child like you. Get out!”

my mother said sharply, stepping forward with fresh alarm, "you have not slept longer than a handful of hours since claiming three centuries of stolen power. You cannot simply—" "I know what I can and can't do better than anyone," I said, though gently, understanding the fear behind her protest even as I refused to let it stop me. "But Mother—if this system is truly as interconnected as the envoy suggests, and if whatever spoke in place of the Eastern guardian is specifically waiting for word of me, then ignoring it doesn't make the danger disappear. It just means I face it later, more exhausted, with even less time to prepare."

' I asked. 'Oh that. It is just one annoying situation like that but we have got it under control. You just face what you are doing there,' mum said into the mind link but her voice wasn't convincing. 'Mum, are you telling me the truth?' I asked because I didn't believe her. 'Of course son,' mum said. 'Why is Maureen not allowing me into the link then?' I asked. 'I don't know but I guess it is because she is busy right now. We will give you all the details later. But for now, there is no cause for alarm,' mum said before closing the link.

"I still don't understand why the newspaper gave your wedding announcement to the internet. I didn't tell them to do that." Rowen doesn't bother to hide his jeer this time. My mother will never get it. She's only in her early fifties, but she has no use for technology. She's like the last remaining hippie. It's annoying sometimes. Like right now. "That's not how it works, Mom." Cace squeaks again, and I know he's getting uncomfortable. "But I'll have to explain it later. I need to go." "All right, I love you, honey."

After a few miles on the dirt pathway, a large home appeared. It was beautiful. Its tall structure was surrounded by the tallest of trees. Its antic bricks and statues were unique. I could tell it was a vintage home, nothing like our pack home. "My mother was never into the more modern technology." He noticed my interest in the home. "She still has a rotary dial phone." I laughed a little, becoming a little more nervous to meet his mother now. Was she old fashion? Did she believe sex before marriage would send you into a world of damnation?

My father slapped my mother's phone to the side and berated her, "That's only an AI, not something that is 100% accurate! Just look at Sherry! Can't you tell that she's suffering?!" However, all my mother did was grunt coldly. "Even if it's not 100% accurate, it's still at least 80% accurate. I've already brought up one useless daughter. If it wasn't for the AI’s help in assisting me with discipline, Sharon would have grown up to become a good-for-nothing hooligan like Sherry. Besides, even if I don't know anything about AI, I still know my daughter. Sherry is great at pretending to be sick!" That was when the sound of the ambulance was heard outside. One of our neighbors said, "I heard Sher

“Half of your money is mine. That’s marital assets. I refuse to let you use it to save your mother. “I know you’re hurting right now. But what’s done is done. Everyone has to move on, right? The mortgage and car loan cost money. You can’t let your mother hold us back.” I was confused as I listened to her. She thought that I was talking about my own mother? “Even if you save your mom, what then? Even the doctor said all her organs are failing. She might end up bedridden for the rest of her life. “Have you ever thought about how much trouble that would cause our family?

However, my fear quickly consumes out my guilt. Did something happen to my father or to the family? I accept the call and put it on speaker phone. “Did you wake up? Do you feel all right? I…” My mother’s ragged voice fills the bathroom while she cuts me off. “Honey, stop. My phone is dead, and the staff hasn’t brought me a charger yet, so I’m using your father’s phone.” I wish that I could be there, but it is too risky, especially with Katherine giving me that evil eye all the time.

“For how long this time? Till next week? Next month? Don’t stress us, please.” My mother chimed in before I could respond. “In this house, you must be useful. You are almost thirty, what do you have? No savings, no husband, no car. Look at Maya—she is twenty-four and look how sharp she is. A successful model and influencer.” I closed my eyes. Comparison……my mother’s favorite weapon. I turned toward the kitchen, because arguing would only make things worse. I put the drinks away, cleaned the counter even though it was already clean, then washed the dishes Maya conveniently ‘forgot’ to rinse.

Her skin had new wrinkles and her hair was completely gray, but her eyes were still bright. “What happened this time?” she asked. “He’s expelled,” I said, dropping my briefcase on the floor. “He put a kid in the hospital, Mom.” My mother’s face fell. “Oh, Avery.” “I don’t know what to do.” I walked into the kitchen and sat down at the table. “I’ve tried everything. Therapy. Supplements. Discipline. Nothing works.” My mother sat across from me. She was quiet for a moment. Then, she reached into her apron pocket and pulled out a folded pamphlet. She set it on the table between us.