On My Way To See My Mom Chapter 1 Mga Nobela at Kwento

She looked happy, genuinely happy, and I couldn’t help but feel a warmth spread through me. “Mom,” I began, “I’m really glad we’re doing this. It feels… special.” She met my eyes in the mirror, her own brimming with a mixture of joy and nostalgia. “Me too, Nina. It’s long overdue, isn’t it?” I nodded, struggling to articulate the tornado of feelings swirling inside me. Finally, I managed, “It’s like we’re starting a new chapter, isn’t it?” My mom’s eyes softened, her lips trembling as she whispered, “Yes, a new chapter indeed. I’m sorry that this is the first one, but I’m glad it’s happening now nonetheless.”

I miss being with someone I wanted and needed, doing things for the first time. He's always my first in everything– I stopped when I saw Mom and Dad in the hallway of the second floor. Mom's eyes were damp and red. Did they fight? “What's… going on?”

Which is rude. Very rude. A few hours later, Mom finally arrives. The second I hear her car pull into the driveway, my chest tightens. This is it. The end of whatever this weird chapter of my life has been. Mason practically launches himself toward the front door. “She’s here!” Laura laughs. “Careful.” Too late. The front door flies open. And there she is. Mom. The sight of her instantly makes something inside me relax. Because no matter how old I get, seeing your mom after she’s been gone just hits differently.

to circle dad who is now chuckling he says to mom “ you are my mate I’m your alpha you must obey me if you attack me you will be divorced and you will have to leave pack territory “ moms anger fleeting off her she doesn’t back down she jumps on top of him making dad fall onto the ground she is now standing over him starting in his eyes intense I can feel her aura she wants him to know that she will always protect her children even if that means killing her mate I can see this won’t end well dad tries to get up mom strikes him with a claw making him lye still she howls at me forcing me to leave the house in her eyes I can tell I must not return I behind to limp up heading to the door before

My breath caught in my throat, a mix of exhilaration and fear flooding my senses. As we landed on the other side, Claud set me down gently. His blue eyes soon reduced in glow and was soon as it was before the fight. We fled the scene of his brutal yet necessary defense for our next stop on our exploration of the city. Or so I thought. “Can we go see my mom now?” “We can but it’s a bit Complicated,” I started. “Your mom is a very important person so if we want to see her we have to make an appointment. We can’t just enter her company and demand her to see us.”

I collapse with both children on the shore, coughing, shaking, crying. And then i see it..A shadow. A soft step behind me. Warmth. Her scent hits me and I turn. She’s there… my mom. She walks toward me, whole and untouched, wearing a white robe. Her face is radiant, her eyes full of love. She kneels beside me, pulls me into her arms, and whispers against my hair: “I’m so proud of you.” And for the first time in years—I let myself believe it. Everything goes dark.

“Ignoring the pain in your palm and trying so hard to numb the one in your heart.” I turned sharply at the familiar scent and voice. I froze. “Mom…” My lips trembled. My mom that I hadn't seen for years standing right before me. “Mom, how are you here…but you are—” “Shhhh…follow me,” she whispered with a smile. I followed her. I didn't know where she was leading me to, nor was I paying attention as my leg followed her like it had been programmed to do so. But I didn't care.

my mom yelled my name and I took in a deep sigh and turned to her. “What now, mother? What have I done?” "What have you done?" My mom fumed, her voice rising with each word. "You disgraced me, Kai. You were absolutely rude and I didn't raise a rude man!" I turned my gaze back to the window and continued staring at the passing landscape, watching the trees blur together as our convoy moved through pack territory. My mother's voice felt distant despite her being near.;’

Like something invisible was tugging at my soul, trying to rip me from the place I’d planted my roots in. I closed my eyes in horror, opening them when we turned into the terminal. Rows of taxis. A line of cars. The echo of airplane announcements over the intercom informing me that this... This wasn’t home. This was a departure. A final page. Dad parked and stepped out, opening the trunk, pretending everything was normal. But nothing was normal. “I don’t want to go,” I whispered again, more to myself than to anyone else. “I know,” Mom said softly. “But sometimes… we don’t get to choose when chapters end. We just have to trust that the next one will make sense someday.”

I secured her in the car seat which I just bought on my way here and got it installed. I sit in my car and drive out of the house,I can see my mom kneeling and crying and my dad rubbing her back softly from the rearview mirror. I drive out of the pack brother and I feel the connection disappearing. I have closed a chapter of my life. Now to begin a new one. Hopefully.