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

"Yes, you're right mum." "You know the house doesn't feel empty anymore. You find Toys everywhere, their antics, the banter between Lisa and Dame. it feels so refreshing.i feel like a whole new person. "Yes, I can see that, the spark in your eyes says a lot my child." "And now I have people to spend time with, since I hardly see you or your siblings often. Awwwwn mum, you know our schedules are quite tight these days,I said hugging her by the side.

Mother sighed heavily, and her angry eyes looked at me, giving me look like ‘Are you serious? My mother's voice, laced with anger and urgency, cut through the air, bringing an immediate sense of gravity to the situation. "I don't care if she stays all night long; you'll not leave without her, and that's final. Are you really that oblivious to the fact of how much we need her to trust us? She has millions in her hand. One wrong move from our side, and we'll lose everything within a blink of an eye. Do you want to waste all our hard work and investments into the gutter?" Her words carried the weight of not just frustration but a stark reality check, emphasizing the importance of the moment. I

It made me want to scream. "The oven should work now," Gus said, heading for the door. "But it's on its last legs. You'll need a replacement soon." "With what money?"He paused. "I could help with that." "I don't want your charity." "It's not charity." He turned to face me fully. "This restaurant was your mother's dream. Don't let pride kill it." "My mother's dream died with her," I said. "I'm just here because I have nowhere else to go."

And her father's death, it was that moment of her mother's realization which had made Maddison so self-sufficient, yet left her with an empty void inside her, which Tyler, with his constant attention and over-the-top promises, so wonderfully filled. "Mom?" It was a fractured whisper, all her rehearsed orations abandoned. "Mom, it's me. I… I need to speak with you. Call me back, it's urgent." She waited, as if by some miraculous leap of technology the machine would hook her up. Nothing. Then, a robotic female voice interjected, harsh and terminal. *"The user's mailbox is full and cannot accept new messages at this time."*

"No improvement at all. And God, it’s just so frustrating. I despise being in this kind of position where all I can do is wait and hope for the best. It makes me feel utterly powerless." My mother's gaze softened as she leaned forward slightly, her voice soothing yet firm. "Don’t beat yourself up too much, son. You all did everything you can to stabilize her. Medicine can be so unpredictable, even for the best of us." She paused, letting her words sink in, clearly hoping to comfort me. I could sense the deep understanding behind her voice; she had walked this treacherous road many times before.

I was tired of being targeted by these stupid circumstances. Couldn't we just have some normal family time? "I forgot to tell you about the security cameras." She added. "I noticed." I muttered, walking alongside the street. Mom seemed to ignore the lack of enthusiasm behind my voice. "We know it's not much of a security system, but that's the only thing we could've thought of at the moment; a motion detect system." "I don't get what you're saying, mom." I stretched out my words, adding more emphasis so that she'd get it that I really was tired right now.

I ask. Mom starts wobbling over to the deck and I go to meet her half way, but she puts her palm up to stop me. This is how it has been the last few weeks. Ever since her last surgery where the doctor determined that we were at the end of the coverage for her insurance, she has been a little off. She has been getting to be very stubborn. It's as if she's out to prove that she can do everything herself. She says certain things like "There is no need to help me" or "Don't waste your time with me." I tried to talk with my grandma over it, but she just tells me to let mom figure it out for herself.

Are you always hitchhiking, or taking a taxi? — My mother uses it for work. We only have that car, so... I prefer that she uses it, because when she had her own car, she had to sell it to finance our apartment, and pay for my studies when she became unemployed. — Ah understood! Sorry if I sounded invasive... — You are not being invasive. Oh, we're coming! — as soon as he warns, I recognize the place. — But it's the building you live in!

"I forgot that I installed a new security system." "Huh?" My mother was always forgetting adjustments she made to stuff. "You can now see whoever it is that's knocking and you can also have a conversation with the person." "What, Mum? Why did you even do that?" "For my safety! I mean, I don't always have to go the door to see who it is. And oh yeah, there's a package at the door, please get it." My mum could be a pain in the ass sometimes and right now, I didn't have a choice but to put up with her.

I ask while arranging my hair, trying to look a bit more presentable. “I don't know, honey. I didn't think I'd have to stay here so long, but we haven't found out much yet.” At this, I pout slighty at this but understand that it is also important to him, so I don't insist. “How's your grandpa doing?” “He's better, but mom refuses to come back until Grandpa is completely well.” “It's to be expected; my mom also wanted to stay here, but as you can see, my grandpa hasn't improved.”