Myreadingmamga Novels & Stories

By weaving dreams of happiness. ..... Dear Readers, I hope you are loving the story. And if you are! Please make sure to leave some honest reviews for it. What to expect in the upcoming chapters: Suspense, Drama, and A little Romance. Mama here means Maternal uncle. While Gajar ka halwa is a carrot-based sweet dessert pudding in our Indian subcontinent.

Ari sat quietly on her mother's lap. The book she and her mother were reading was over twice her height, and the letters were as tall as her finger. Her mother was reading alone, as she had already read the entire page and remembered all the details. She couldn't claim to understand everything she had just read, but her father was a walking encyclopedia and would answer all her questions later. She was glancing around the room, trying to distract herself while she waited on her mom to catch up.

I only managed to send her a crying emoji. She got the text and flew straight from Itania to Amestia to be there for me. I wrapped my arms around her, and my eyes started to well up with tears. "Mom, I want to break up with Mark." Mom looked at me, a little surprised. "Didn't you use to be crazy about Mark. You always said he’s the only man you’d ever consider marrying. What's up? Did you guys have a fight?" I sniffled. "What if I told you he's a bad guy who doesn't know right from wrong and I don't like him anymore? Would you be okay with that, Mom?"

“A little bit, baby. Mama has to go on a business trip for ten days. But I’ll call you every single day, and I’ll bring you the biggest surprise when I come back. I promise.” His little face fell. He tried so hard to be brave, but his bottom lip trembled. “Ten days is long… who will read me stories?” I pulled him closer, fighting the tears burning in my eyes. “Mrs. Delgado will read to you. And I’ll send you voice messages every night so you can hear my voice before bed. You’re my brave little knight, remember? You can do this.” He nodded slowly, but a few tears slipped down his cheeks anyway. “I’ll miss you, Mama.”

Rehaan "Maya did you read the book I gave you?" Maya "Yes I read it. I read the whole book and learned a lot of things." Rehaan "Wow, you finished reading the book so fast! Well, that's good. Maya actually, I need the book. I'm sorry, I know I should have told you earlier, it's actually my Mom's book and she needs it now. As you said, you have finished reading the book, so please return it." Maya "It's okay Rehaan, anyway I have read it and I don't forget anything I read. I have it with me now."

She opened the first book then she proceeds to pronounce the letters one by one. She patiently repeat each sound until I get it. She praise me and gives me rewards whenever I got the sound of the letter she points at right. "I promise on my triple chocolate fudge cookies. You will relearn how to read in no time." I nodded at mommy Ella eagerly. The library door opened, Jamison and Parker entered running. "We are home mother!" Jamison shouts. Parker and Jamison, both hug and kiss our cheeks in greeting. "Watcha doing?" Jamison plop beside me.

Lia must’ve mentioned that I’m a pescatarian. There’s also a note attached to the bag. I gently detach it, trying to not rip it, and read it. “I thought you might miss homemade food. I heard you don’t eat meat, so you won’t find any. Hope you like it. Momma Maggie 💗” I feel tears brimming in my eyes as I read the note time and time again.

***a long time ago*** Maree and I had dinner last night; our older brother and father were there too. The sitting room was encased in darkness, with just one candle in the middle of the table giving a hint of light. Dad, Maree and brother have finished their meal quickly and left somewhere. Our big brother is older than me and Maree. Maree is intelligent and beautiful, and I love her a lot. Maree spends more time with me than Mom does. Mom is a queen and always busy with work. When I feel sad, and miss Mom, Maree makes it better. Maree has squishy cheeks like a plush toy. We sing together, and she reads stories to me. My favourite is the one about the red flowers that Maree reads. I don't kn

Magnolia asks, devouring her favorite childhood meal. I nod. "Yep, just sent it off to my editor." "Grandma, can I read your new book?" Amara, her eight-year-old daughter, chimes in excitedly. Magnolia's eyes widen and she vigorously shakes her head. She made the mistake of reading one of my books before, and I think it scarred her for life. I choke out a laugh. "Maybe you can read grandma's books when you're a lot older," I reply with a smile.

Attractive people dressed in uniform work diligently. Soon, an older woman in a long, flowing, red dress says, "Hello, young ladies. I'm the Head Mistress of this home, Madame Knight, but everyone calls me Mama." Mama is wonderful. She leads us to a lovely suite. Surprisingly, the room is modern but has ritualistic aspects. Once Mama leaves, Maureen checks the drawers and says, "No Bible?" Suddenly, she drops to the floor and looks underneath the bed. I laugh, "What are you doing?"