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

she explained again. “Is there anything we can do about it now, other than taking the long route?” My mother asked, rather frazzled. “There's only one thing we haven't tried yet,” my ears perked up at that. There was something that could save Ravenna? Why haven't they used it yet? “The only problem is that we're not sure of it. We'll kind of use that as a last resort, if her life is dwindling,” “And what is that?” My mother inquired.

Don shook his head, closing the door. “I am sorry about her. She’s…” I shrugged, not even sure how to describe my mother. “A psycho bitch helicopter parent who doesn’t realize the umbilical cord is long ago cut?” Don arched his brow, turning to me. “Um… yeah, something like that. I take it you’ve seen Mother’s type before?” I nodded awkwardly.

After he pulled me up until I calmed down, he stuck the stupid pacifier into my mouth, trying to shake my head no, to turn around to say no didn't help, he still made me take it, I took my anger off on it. "Now little one tell daddy why couldn't you afford a jacket?" He asks in a firm yet it still had concerns into it voice. "I had to pay for my mother facility" I say then I noticed what that word meant! "She's in a medical facility" oops that still sounds like my mother is some kind of addict. Refusing to allow anyone to think badly of my mother, I hurried to add what I mean. "My mother is sick, she got dementia, she's in a facility there that take care of her. She had extra medical bill th

She was standing at a point, staring at him; or so he thought since the garden was getting dark. "We are not using your cousin." She replied, taking up her steps again, but this time, slower than before. "I don't understand. What are you referring to now, Mom?" Derek asked, confused a bit, about his mother's words. "We are not using Maya; We are helping her." She replied. The poor girl needs help, not another round of usuage and neglect. She thought to herself. "But, you just said…" He was saying, before his mother cut in.

She expressed her appreciation for the way I stepped up to the challenge and cared for things while she drank herself silly and insisted I take the year to rest and enjoy life for a bit before I worried about what I’d do from there. The television cable company didn’t run that far out into the country and we’d yet to get a satellite installed. This meant that the only television we had to watch was what we were able to pull in with an antenna and there was absolutely no internet to connect our computers to. Mom purchased a mobile hotspot to hold us over, but she monitored the minutes like a hawk watching its prey. Her only response to our complaints was to tell us that it was good for us to

Nothing mattered more than staying alive. I started coughing, hard, until tears blurred my vision. Then I pulled out a blood-streaked tissue, hand shaking. Their eyes widened—shock, annoyance, a flicker of panic. But not one drop of actual concern. Mom's voice cut through, low and tense. "System, what's happening? Why is her health crashing? Should we take her to the hospital?" The reply came in that weird robotic tone: "Unusual. Her vitals are low, but not dangerously so. No big deal—as long as she makes it to the SATs. Take her in for a checkup, just in case."

My mother asked. “Nothing” I say not wanting to start an arguing. I could only sense it last week and I mentioned it to her at the time, but she shrugged it off. I am just glad she has finally agreed and has decided it is worth doing something about considering how easy it would be for her to manipulate some water to move that way. That is the thing with my mom something has be her idea, or she will not agree with you. It is very frustrating. “Yes mother” I say rolling my eyes. She can pull water from rain clouds and if she would have listened to me, she could have done the work on the last rainy day. I turn on my heels towards the door to leave.

“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?

I honestly do not know why I find myself very attached to her. “I don't think that's a good reason why both of you don't have a child yet.” Her mother said, "Just as I thought," because I know for a fact that that excuse she gave wasn't good enough for a woman as smart as her mom. Her mother is a very smart woman, and with someone as smart as she is, it will not be easy to convince her when you're trying to tell her something.

He confronts me, his face covered with displeasure. " You can't pull off my mother from the system." I answer him. " Your mother has been unconscious for more than six months. She is in a vegetative state and there is no way of knowing if she'll wake up anytime soon. You cannot afford her hospital bills and the hospital can't operate on credit. I hope you can understand." He explains to me in a calm voice. " But...but." I stammer, unable to find a counter-argument.