Oma Mama Novels & Stories

Yep, my son is taller than I am. Suddenly, Luca pushed Damien from me. "My mummy". He glared at his brother hugging my neck. "Hey, she's my momma too". " No my mummy". "My momma" "Mine" "Nope buddy, she mine". "That's enough Dame, stop upsetting my baby". Luca pouted his lips. "Damien, clean Emma and Luca please and Lisa so wash up too. I'll clean the kitchen while you guys are at it.

She tied her hair into a rough ponytail and sat opposite Zane. "I haven't eaten something like this before. Thanks" "I'll do anything for you" he said. "Besides, how about your mother? Is she well now?" Paige asked, digging into her chicken laps. Zane furrowed his eyebrows, trying to understand what Paige was talking about. "My mom? She's dead..like three years ago" he said. Paige stopped eating and raised her head to stare at him. "You..you told me that your mom was in the hospital and she needs treatment"

She couldn’t figure out what her child meant. “The game is over now because you saved me and Daddy. You played an interactive video game called Gunmetal Mama.” Omar giggled. The little boy placed his hand against his mother’s face and he caressed his mom’s cheek while watching the smile fade away from her lips. When Omar caressed his mother’s face, that’s when his body disintegrated in her arms. “Baby!!” Amy screamed out to her son after his body crumbled in her arms. She choked on her breath.

Three months had passed but seeing her mother's appearance right now, she really did aged a bit. "How's my one and only princess?" her mother asked "I'm fine, Ma. I told you before that once I arrived here, I'll cook delicious 'adobo'." Amara hugged her mother tight and buried her face on her neck even more. "Really? I don't remember anything," she innocently replied to her. Amara blinked. Aside from being weak physically, her mother became somehow forgetful. Amara sighed. "Why, Mama?" she said then pouted like a kid. "You already forget about it?"

Zeenah mumbled angrily as she swat her phone with a loud thud on the mirror. "Is this really my princess?" She had no idea someone had stepped into the room. And that was Maama's voice, turning swiftly, Zeenah locked her eyes with her mother's, and a sudden unknown fervour chalked her up. Maama stood by the door, dressed in a milk coloured lace that had blue stripes. She looked beautiful, so beautiful. She didn't look this beautiful when she was marrying Abubakar, Zeenah thought.

At the latest, next week, as he's finishing his work first," Mommy Rara says happily. It turns out that the mother also misses her son. "What?" Daddy Heru exclaims, unable to believe that Faith would leave his work. "Why are you so surprised, Heru? Aren't you happy our son is finally returning to our homeland?" Oma Meri retorts. *) Oma is a term for grandmother.

Papa held his tiny cup with two fingers, his pinky speared towards the sky. Momma smiled as she ‘ate' what looked like a plastic waffle covered with real lettuce. Her face glowed with love at the little girl who babbled her way through a lengthy conversation no one could understand. When Momma looked over at us, she smiled wider. "Eden is home." Amara's little face whipped around so fast she got slapped in the face with her own hair. Her dark eyes lit up as she jumped awkwardly to her feet. Soon, she was flying over the courtyard. Her little toddler legs almost blurring, she was moving so fast.

Keisha At the tender age of eighteen, Mama's life took a tumultuous turn when she found herself facing the daunting reality of pregnancy. It wasn't the joyous anticipation of motherhood that most young women experience; instead, it was the result of a horrifying assault by someone she trusted. Mama's dark past, marked by trauma and adversity, became the crucible in which her strength was forged.

Okay honey, I’ll make everything for you, and what’s with you calling me mama, momma, mommy and all, why don’t you stick to one , I like mommy,” Mahira said “Mmmmm, nope, I like Mama, Moma, Mimi and I also like Mommy, ha ha ha, you’re my mommy, I can call you with any name, you’re mine, only mine okay moma,” Mahira sighed as her last line reminded her of someone, ‘like father, like daughter,’ she went and prepared the stuff for Tama While Tama was being fed food, Mahira also judiciously broke the news of Wakanovak and family. She skipped some bits of information as she didn’t want Tama to get confused, but she was a brilliant kid and accepted all information with much zest, vigour and happin

he croaks, pushing her hand away. “Hello, Adonis.” My mother leans closer to my father, her smile warm albeit a little strained. Her dark hair is knotted in a bun, wisps falling around her oval-shaped face. At thirty-eight, she hardly has a wrinkle. Her skin is smooth, and her features are youthful, yet a permanent tiredness makes her seem older. “Are you well?” “Hello, Mama. I’ve never been better.” She picks up a tray. “I’ll make kare-kare tomorrow.”