Please Tell Mom This Is Not Her Fault Mga Nobela at Kwento

I don't know what to do anymore. I am a leader of a large organization but I failed to protect my own family, fvck. “S-Son," Mommy called me. I exhaled deeply and softly looked at her. She walked towards me and hugged me tight. "Please, don't blame yourself. It's not your fault," mom murmured. I didn't say anything even though I strongly objected to what she said. "There's...something you also need to know," she whispered and slowly pulled herself away from me.

She considered her friends and family first before herself. "Why are you blaming yourself? This is not your fault and you know that. " "It's my fault, Aaron. If I had not told Mom to compel you to have dinner with us tonight maybe, all these wouldn't have happened. I'm truly sorry. " " Stop apologizing. I said it's not your fault." O hissed. "On second thought, I feel, there's nothing wrong with in what mom had said earlier." She again said in a careful tone. "What?!!!"

Here is the accusation I dreaded he would make sooner or later. “ It’s not my fault. ” I tell him. “ But it’s your mother’s. ” He shrugs his shoulders, coming to stop right in front of me. “ I am not accountable for her mistakes. ” It’s shameful of me, my soul screams at me. The smile which had faltered over his lips comes back, wider this time. “ Good. ” He pats my shoulder. Unlike others who can not touch me, his hand lands over my shoulder, making contact.

Giving him a sincere smile. "Don't say that Honey. Don't blame yourself. Don't blame your mom. It's not your fault. Neither is hers. It was just destiny playing her like a puppet. She would want to be here with you. But if she is not it means she loved you more than her life. You need to respect that."

“And I’m sorry for everything, Izora. It was my fault for having such a weak body. I couldn’t even provide for my own child. I let you carry the burden, do all the work… and I didn’t see what you were truly going through.” Izora’s throat tightened, her hand instantly reaching to clasp her mother’s trembling fingers. “No, Mom. Don’t say that.” Her voice cracked, thick with emotion. “It’s not your fault. Being sick isn’t something you chose. Don’t ever think that it makes you less.”

I placed my hands gently over hers, trying to ease the tension in her grip. But instead of softening, she tore her gaze away. Her shoulders began to shake and then the sound of her sobs broke through the stillness of the trees. “It’s all my fault,” she choked out. “All my damn fault. Why didn’t I tell you back then…” “No, Mom. It’s not your fault. It’s fate-" She spun toward me so suddenly that I flinched, her hands gripping my shoulders now, her eyes blazing through her tears.

A soft, melancholic smile spread across her lips. "Yes, Mom. I did," I nodded, "And I read all the letters you sent, followed your advice to sleep early, not argue with girls at school, and do my best at the competitions, even the moments when you emailed me math suggestions. But I just...didn't want you to know. I'm sorry that it was my way of making you feel guilty, but I was stubborn and stuck. It's not just your fault, Mom. I am at fault too. So, don't take all the blame on yourself, okay?"

I could not even approach my father as I was breaking down, too. “Am I a bad daughter?” I asked Elijah with my weakest voice. Was it wrong that I got mad at her? Was it wrong that I despised her when she's already sorry for what she did? Am I the one to blame with all of this? Elijah shook his head as he shed all the tears on my face. “You were hurt, too. You suffered, Faith. What happened to your Mom isn't your fault. Maybe, it is her fate.” When it is your fate, can't you really do anything about it? Because at this point, I am only hoping for a miracle to happen.

But most of all I blame myself, It's all my fault If I haven't asked my mom that day for a water bottle, they could be alive right now. I'm sorry mom, I'm sorry dad, It's all my fault. To be continued.......

“This isn’t your fault.” My head snaps up. “What?” The corner of his mouth lifts slightly. “You’ve been thinking it since we got here.” I immediately look away. “You don’t know that.” “I do.” My eyes sting. “She fainted after seeing that email, Dad. It is my fault.” “Lila.” His voice is patient and gentle, almost soothing but my heart is racing too fast for it to have an effect. “The argument or email didn’t make your mother collapse.”