My Mother's Eyes Novels & Stories

I glance my wife. 'wife,wake up please.. I need you' wishing that she'll respond to me. I hopelessly turn back my gaze to my mother. There's a lot of emotion in her eyes. To the point i can't read it. "Don't be mad on them my son,"malunay na paki-usap niya. "Pero bakit?bakit hindi?"agaran kong tanung sa kanya trying not to shuttering. Ayan, ayan na naman ang ngiti niya na napaka-bait. Ngiti niyang nakakahawa.

The woman shouted as soon as they pushed the cell open. Her mother has blonde curly hair and blue eyes. Kahit luhaan ang bata ay naalala ko na ganito ang mga mata niya. She looks like her mother but that child named Missy has her father's hair. She must be a brunette with blue eyes woman when she grew up if she didn't die yesterday. Lalo akong nanlumo sa naisip. Masiyado pa siyang bata para mawala. Masiyado siyang inosente para brutal na patayin.

She wasn't like this the last time we saw each other. She turned to face me, a smile still on her lips, but her eyes were filled with longing—a mother's longing for her child. "Matalino talaga ang anak ko." I noticed she was fighting back tears. Her actions alarmed me; she was a completely different person than the one I had met at the church. "Mommy..."

HARRY JOHNSON POV SA muling pagmulat ng aking mga mata, ang nag-aalalang mukha ni Mommy ang kaagad na sumalubong sa akin. Bakas ang luha sa mga mata nito na halatang galing sa pag-iyak.

Kaya pala pamilyar ang mga mata niya noong una ko siyang nakita. “Ang ganda,” wala sa sariling turan ko. Her eyes twinkled. “'Yong eyes ko po?” Tumango ako. “Alam niyo po ba, sabi po ni papa same raw kami ng eyes ni mama. Pero hindi ko pa po siya nakikita,” malungkot niyang saad. Akmang magtatanong ako pero isang boses ang narinig ko. “Nandito lang pala kayo. Tinawagan kita pero 'di ka sumasagot.” His baritone voice echoed.

Ipinagpapasalamat niya at hindi gaanong kabilis ang pag-angat nito. “Mommy, look! We can see the whole city!” She can see in her son’s eyes the happiness and she felt like she fulfilled her role as a mother to him. His eyes shimmered like diamonds. Her heart felt full and content just watching her son that happy. Wala na siyang iba pang maihihiling pa.

"Bwu waz?" "Yes, baby. You have blue eyes." I chuckled while staring at her eyes. How can I forget her father when she is a living reminder of him? Nakakamanghang pagmasdan na 'yong mga mata niya mula no'ng unang beses na dumilat siya hanggang sa kasalukuyan ay parehong-pareho pa rin. The people from my past would identify the father of my daughter without the needs to confirm it.

I kinda feel bad but I also like his presence near me. My tears fell nonstop again nang makita ko si Mommy. She's now wearing a white dress and has a make up that covers her pale face. She's beautiful and that would be more beautiful if she has her eyes open and has smile on her lips pero, wala na. Hindi na mangyayari yun.

Her red Hermes bag is clinging on her arms. Nag-angat ako ng tingin ng tumigil siya sa tapat ko. Inangat niya ang kaniyang mamahaling cat eye shades para titigan. Namangha ako sa kulay ng kaniyang mata. Her eyes is as blue as the ice.

There eyes was already hovering around the room, ang alam ko ay unang beses nilang nakapunta dito o kung nakapunta na nga noon ay matagal na kung kaya ay naninibago sila sa ayos. My mother was collecting a lot of witchcrafts and antigues. She really like to collect old things because she said that it holds memories and it symbolizes versality by means of people who owned it. Kung baguhan ka pa lang ay maiisip mo talaga na parang haunted ang kwarto ni Mama kaya panay din ang bulong ng mga babae ngayon at nag-uusap pa minsan gamit ang mata. They are all seated in my Mother's bed, si Mama naman ay buong puso ang pag-anyaya sa kanila.