Operation My Mommy My Call Novels & Stories

In other news, I had to call mom to ask her about what I saw at the concert, just so I could finally remove it from my scattered mind totally. She picked up on the first ring. “Hi peach, how are you? How's my birthday girl?” A smile stretched my lips. I miss her so much it hurts. “I'm good, mom, how are you too?” “Fantastic, is something wrong?” My brows raised. “You mean I only call you when something is wrong? I call to check up too!” I couldn't help but get defensive. “Amelia, you know the truth. Now tell me, what's wrong?”

But I’ll make sure to bring him back. Marjorie placed a comforting hand on her daughter's shoulder. "I know, but we must stay strong now. We have to fight back, and I know just the person who can help us." Without waiting for Lyra's response, her mother pulled out her phone and dialed a number she had kept tucked away for emergencies such as this. A few moments later, a cool, confident voice answered the call. "Eliza Carrington speaking," the woman said, her tone commanding respect.

My mom's hysterical voice knocked some sense in me. " Felicity is inside the operating room mom, she has a cut on her forehead and it needs to be stitch", I heavily sighed and stand up, pacing back and forth at the hallway. " Jesus! I hope it's nothing serious and I hope she will get better soon", my mom's voice cracked on the other line. She's also worried for her, even though she hasn't meet her yet. " Don't worry mom, I will call you once the operation is done", I assure her. But I only received a nasty comment from her.

“What’s all this?” “This,” Artie said, gesturing grandly, “is your training schedule. You’re officially enrolled in Operation Mom and Dad Forever.” The Training Timetable was finally drafted. The triplets presented Alaric with a detailed timetable written in crayon: Daily Schedule: Morning: Call Mommy to ask if she slept well. Report your itinerary for the day. Afternoon: Lesson: Giving thoughtful compliments. Lesson: Active listening and responding appropriately. Evening: Call Mommy to talk about us and ask about her day.

‘You will know it. ‘Grandmother,’ I whispered. ‘You have always been here for me,’ I added. ‘Grandmother, your little girl will always be brave.’ I clicked on F******k messenger on my mobile phone and had a video call with Mallory. Irina: ‘How are you baby?’ Mallory: ‘Good mama,’ she answered with her chubby face occupying the whole screen. Irina: ‘I miss you baby,’ I said. ‘Mama misses your hugs.’ Mallory: ‘I miss you too Mama,’ she answered. ‘I want to go home to you, Mama.’

Maya smiled at me and I exhaled. “My mother was the best I could ask for,” I started. “She loved even when she felt unloved. She was patient even when her world was crumbling. She worked hard even when it all seemed pointless. She was…” Murmurs ushered my father’s entrance. Attached to his right arm was his assistant and baby mama, Veronica. Conspicuous stares and whispers always followed wherever he went. After all, he was the CEO of Monroar Motor Corporation, a billion dollar company.

"I won't." I walk out after requesting lasagna with mashed potatoes and baked chicken for dinner. Making my way out onto the porch, my phone starts ringing, startling me in the process. The caller ID shows Dave calling, one of Malias' friends. "Taylor here," I answered, picking up. "Where are you, chicka?"

"Otherwise, don't call me your mother anymore." The knocking continued. This time it was faster, more urgent. Annoyed, Mother stood up and yanked the door open. The moment she saw who was outside, her entire body froze. Two police officers in uniform stood at the door, their expressions grave. "Are you Briana's mother?" Mother paused briefly, irritation flashing across her eyes. "I am. What is she causing trouble over now? Is she still lying on the ground refusing to get up? Did someone call the police?"

me: " sure, thank you... " then he went... dad was in ward.. because for temporary, they gave treatment tomorrow, they have to do operation... or else it will be danger.. I was thinking what to do.. I got call from my mom.. I hesitated first to pick.. but it continuously came for thrice so I picked it and came out of ward.. me: " hello.. " mom: " oh.. my dear.. how are you?? don't be angry on your mom..!! won't you love your mom?? "

His skin was almost burning mine. "Shsh, Mama's here, baby..." I shushed him. "Mama loves you." My phone rang. I picked it up and found out Mommy was calling so I answered her. "M-Mommy," my voice broke. Tears pooled over my eyes. I felt so weak. "How's Uno, honey?"