Novel & Cerita Short Story For Mother

"So after everything I've done to raise you, you still can't live on your own? You need me? So I'm a failure as a mother? "That's not what I'm saying! I walked away slightly then stopped staring at the ground, breathing heavily, Mom followed me and put a hand on my shoulder. "*sigh* Why are you so stubborn? It's a mother's happiness to see her children succeed, that's all I need to be happy, to be sure that your father will be proud in heaven Everyone has their own story. You have huge potential and a great future, so your story will be beautiful, that's my wish, mine begins and ends in this village, I have always lived, all my experiences, my memories, my life, and the people who are dear t

How do you two know the story of the past workers"I asked "Well my mother told us a lot, she was once a worker of the resort ten years ago"one of them replied "Who exactly is your mother, tell me who she is, I have to talk to her?"I asked "Well she is known as crazy Lucy now, my mother has gone crazy" she replied "Your mom is crazy Lucy?"I asked "Yes she is "the girl Answered softly. "Can you please tell me what she told you about this people?"I asked showing her the picture and she hesitated

He pulls our faces apart, shaking his head, but still keeps me in his touch. “Actually, that’s a funny story. My mother is obsessed with J,” he says, looking up as if remembering something funny. “When she was a child, she met a fortune teller. The woman said that all the blessings in her life would begin with the letter J and that they would only bring her happiness.” My heart warms, and my eyes water… What a beautiful way of blessing your children. “Your mother really sounds like a caring person.” Julian’s laughter ends in an affectionate smile, and he nods, with somber eyes, “Yes... She used to be.”

I asked her the same question a long time ago. I was in Grade Nine, and studies were hard. My mother fell ill, and she needed thousands for her treatment. To lessen her burden, I traveled to a lot of cities and joined many competitions to win any cash prizes possible. Then, I did nothing but go to school and the hospital to care for her. I lost so much weight back then. I nearly ran myself to the bone out of sheer exhaustion. My mother seemed to be moved, and she smiled at me for the first time in my life.

The words surprised her, too. Lily stepped closer, her fingers testing the hem of Mother’s coat. Permission granted. “You’re more beautiful than I deserved to see,” Mother whispered. Lily tilted her head. “Do you know any stories that don’t end with men cheering?” “All my best ones,” Mother said. “If your mother allows it.” Olivia nodded permission with conditions understood. “Tonight. Just stories.” Daisy blinked awake, weighed truth, then offered the whale patch across the air like a contract.

My mother then looked slightly awkward about telling the next part. “When I did… Well, I’m not proud of it, but that was when I took the chance to see him.” “A Russian booty call. Who would have thought?” Nestor laughed, slapping Alexei on the back. I choked out a laugh when my mother looked mortified. Alexei gave Nestor a scowl, not liking the nickname. “Shut your face. There is a child present.” Alexei said. “I’m twenty-five, but okay.” I chuckled. Everyone had been quiet and listened to my mother’s story. It was a story I thought you would only read about, or watch in movies. In no way would I have expected my mother to have such a story.

I informed her and she listened without interrupting. "But mum, I love Drake more than Sex." I said sadly and she poked my cheeks softly before cupping them into her hands. "I'm sorry darling. Sometimes life gives you a rock and you have to accept it and live with it." She said cryptically and I didn't follow up. "What do you mean?" I asked, raising a brow. "Should I tell you a story?" She questioned slyly and I sighed heavily. "Sure, yes." I said. My mother's story was filled with moral lessons and I felt that they were stories of her life that she wanted me to learn from.

“At that time, I was too young and didn’t know what my mother liked to eat, so I was often beaten up by her. Over time, our neighbors started resenting my mother. They would only invite me into their house for dinner and not give me any food to bring back home. Whenever my mother found out, she would make me take my clothes off and kneel on the ground. When it was cold in winter, I would often get sick. “I still remember that I got fever once and it was exceptionally horrible. I cried and wanted my mother to hug me but she would push me away. I would crawl over again without giving up. Even after I crawled to her over and over again, my mother would push me away all the same. Finally, my hea

Mother kept most of her land treasures among her other possessions. No doubt, once I return home, merfolks would be gathering to hear my stories as much as they did to my mothers. One of these things would surely sell my story. Others would become envious. I used to daydream about land. It was far better than my fantasies. Sometimes far worse. My eyes strayed from the communication box to the world outside my window. Mom would be so proud of me. My stories would include the tall plants called trees. The different colors they possessed. If that was not awesome, the dwelling places humans built were. Some of these places were tall enough to reach almost to the sky.

She had just stroked my head and asked, "Does it hurt?" At that moment, I could not hold it in anymore. I started crying like I used to. "Mom… Diana… she's gone too far." In the end, I did not say what she had done. I was afraid it would hurt my mother. More than that, I was afraid she would try to give up her treatment to ease my burden. My mother gently patted my back, again and again, without saying a word. After a long while, she said, "If it's too hard… let it go."