Operation My Mommy My Call Novels & Stories

SCARLETT My parents are in our city, and Caelum, and I to be having dinner with them, and after that Caelum is taking my mom to see her favorite opera while my father and I go to a twenty-four hour running amusement park. It's tradition, one we don't break but now, as I stare down at my phone it would seem like I've seen the last of this tradition. “Scarlett,” my mother calls out from across the table, her voice startling me.

Three days after my mom died, the hospital called. "Mr. Carter, your mother has an outstanding balance of $1,873.60. Please come in and pay it as soon as possible." What? I stared at my mom's body. They had to have the wrong person. I'd paid every bill before she was discharged. She was supposed to be cremated and buried today. How could she still owe money? The person on the phone clicked their tongue. "Her family is responsible for the bill! She received treatment, so someone has to pay for it. It's $1,873.60." "Are you sure that's for Winona Carter?" "Yes. Come quickly."

“Jeremy, who’s the one making a scene here? While I was away on business, you brought your little fling into our home and had our son call her ‘Mom’! And now you want me to just let it slide? Dream on!” Taking a deep breath, I tried to keep my emotions in check before delivering the final blow. “Jeremy, we’re done. Let’s get divorced.” Dan immediately started sobbing. “Mom! Mom! You can’t leave me and Dad!” He wailed, “Auntie Shannon said if I called her ‘Mom’ when she picked me up from school, she’d buy me my favorite toys! Wahhh!” Shannon looked pitifully at Jeremy. “Jeremy, it’s not what you think… I just wanted Dan to feel like he had a mother since he’s been missing his real one for so

“ Your mom is calling you , that’s the only thing I wanted to tell you “ she replied . I knew it was best I didn’t say another word , I wouldn’t blame her for being mad . Just yesterday I was ranting about how I wasn’t going to react if I saw him and here I was in his arms . I am a fool and an obsessed bitch , I still want my uncle , I still want to be banged by him .

My mom saw me almost immediately and walked towards me. “2 hours?” my mom asked. “You took quite some time for someone who was doing it for the first time.” “Nope! I’m not having this conversation with you.” “Just be here by 3pm again tomorrow.” My mom said. “I have sent a mobile phone to your address just for you. You can ask Stacie to teach you how to operate it. Expect to see a lot of calls from me. Love you.” “Love you too.” I said as I started approaching the exit. “I’ll be going now.”

I pull it from my bag, thinking it must be Eden being silly, but I gasp as I see 20 missed calls. All from my mom. “CALL ME ASAP. Its Olvia and it’s an emergency!”

“What for?” “Just give it to me.” She hesitated, but I reached for it before she could argue. I scrolled through her call log until I found the number I wanted. “Who are you calling?” “I’m coming,” I said, my thumb already pressing the green button. The line rang twice before it connected. “Hello, good evening, ma’am,” I said as calmly as I could. “My mom won’t be working for you anymore.” When I ended the call, Mom’s eyes were wide. “Who did you just call?”

He asked. What was I supposed to tell him? That I spent the last five years nursing the wounds he left on my heart or that I had been taking care of his son, the son he doesn't know of. I was still tongue tied not knowing what to tell him when I heard someone calling my name. I turned to the waiting area were I saw my parents waving at me. "We are here! Bring my grandson to us," said my excited mom. It's funny how she is in her early 60s but dresses and behaves like she is in her teens.

The subject line three words. About your mother. She stared at the ceiling. The phone lit up again. Same sender. Different subject. Don't tell Callum.

I let out a quiet, almost disbelieving laugh. “You have got to be kidding me.” “What is it?” my mother asks. I hold up the phone slightly. “It’s her.” Gesare’s expression hardens instantly. “Answer it,” she says quietly. I don’t hesitate, I swipe to pick up the call, my tone completely controlled when I speak. “Hello?” “Kumba!” Moraa’s voice comes through bright, light exactly how she always sounds. “Hey, where are you?” I glance at Gesare briefly before answering.