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

How about you solve your problems by yourself, for a change? In the background, his mother kept talking. She couldn’t stop anymore, now that the television finally gave her room. She said something about neighbors who hadn't saluted in years, and about the man in the petrol station who would only give them dirty looks. And who was to blame? Of course it was Tom!

"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."

"No need to worry. You're welcome to stay as well, as long as you can do some work around the house." Tom smiled, showing his crooked brown teeth. "I can do perfect yard work." "Fine then. I'll speak to the doctors to see when you can get discharged." "Thank you so much," My mother told Carolina who just smiled and walked out with her bodyguard. "You don't really think she cares about you, do?" I asked my mom. "She's using you to get back at me." "I'm fed up of you, April. Not everything is about you." She looked at her husband. "Tom, can you take this girl away?"

The fact that she's unable to inject more authority into her voice or demand her phone back with greater urgency is a clear indication of the extent to which the illness has compromised her system. As a medical professional, one would expect her to prioritize her own treatment at the hospital. However, Mother is too preoccupied to indulge in prolonged bed rest and proper care. She prefers to remain active, despite the potential risks of overexertion. Is she unaware that excessive activity can have adverse effects on her health if not managed judiciously? I suspect she's opting for in-home professional treatment rather than hospitalization, given the severity of her condition.

“No.” “What?” “The system was turned off. Remotely. At 4:17.” “Your mom could have done that. If she was leaving.” “She wouldn’t. Not if she was just running to the store. She only turns it off if she’s going to be gone for hours. And she always, always tells me.” I looked at her. “And she doesn’t know how to use the app. I set it up. She has the code on a notepad by the fridge. The app is only on my phone. And hers.”

“You need to take this seriously and accept treatment. James already agreed to this treatment. Don’t you want to get better for your family?” “Good sir, I think we’ve discussed enough for today. I would like to take my rest now,” Mother said after she let out a deep breath. “I don’t need to hear such words right now. I’m already weakened by this unknown disease. I don’t need another reason to feel sicker.”

I paced the day away, wearing a track from my room to the kitchen as I spent the next several hours waiting for someone, anyone, to come home. Even Meira's bus passed our house without stopping. I fretted over trying to find my mother. Why couldn't I ever convince her to carry a cell phone? If it had anything to do with computers or technology, Mom was way old fashioned. Which meant I was stuck in the dark, soon to be literally, with no idea what was going on. My tentative tries to reach her with my mind found nothing which meant she was either heavily shielded or I was doing it wrong. And since my telepathy was fed by my air magic, something I'd never really learned to use long range, I kne

“Are you really treating your own mother like this?! Who do you think bled her hands just so you’d have something to eat, huh?! Who do you think paid for your school expenses, huh? Who do you think made it possible so you could go to college, huh?!” “Mom…” “Are you really neglecting your family like this, huh?! Is that what we taught you, huh?! You have the gal to starve your parents to death, huh?!” “Mom, it’s not like that. I don’t have enough money to send anymore. I have to pay my bills---” “And you don’t think we also use electricity here, huh?! You don’t think we use water here?! You don’t think we use gas to cook, huh?! How dare you disrespect your mother like this!”

I looked up and grinned back at my mother who was watching me carefully. "Thanks mom, I can't wait. But when do I start?" She shrugged. "I don't know, as soon as you like. But don't take a few more days to think about it okay? Because your father and I have been receiving many useless excuses from this idiots and you know how much we both hate excuses. Too bad we don't have time to deal with these pests which is why I wanted you to handle this one out for us. You know how it's done Faye."

"Like I said earlier, there's no reason to cry over spilled milk, you spoiled everything, so let's look for a way to fix things." I clean my eyes. Mother always knew how to fix my shit. "What do we do, mother?" She gave me side eyes. "I'm taking it from here. You're irresponsible to handle matters like this." I pleaded. "Please, Mom, I've learnt my lesson. I'll not do anything wrong this time." She didn't listen to me. She never listened to me. "Where's the burner phone?"