Novel & Cerita Showering With My Mom

Your dad and I have been too nice to you, and that's why you've turned out so spoiled. I shook my head, sobbing, as I felt the water rising steadily behind my back. My head was still spinning from the first cycle, but I forced myself to pound at the door, desperate to answer Mom, but it only made her angrier.

I can't even imagine all the suffering my mother has endured because of my father's selfishness; she has been just another victim. Before leaving the shower, I clean my hand with the first aid kit I find in a small cabinet. I get dressed and try to fall asleep. I stay that way for about two hours until I can't take it anymore and grab my phone, starting to look at photos of my family. I find one in particular where mom and dad are at their wedding and look truly happy. I try to convince myself that they really love each other and aren't together just because my father has been forcing her to stay by his side all these years. After a while, sleep starts to take over, and I finally fall asleep

I run as fast as I can to the cottage and grabbed my towel to dry myself, Shayne hasn’t stopped from laughing. She continued teasing me, she threw a sand on my face earlier! Instead of asking me if I’m okay, she laughed! Even the others who saw me laughed as well! “Get your plates now, Shayne, stop teasing your sister!” Mom scolded Shayne but she continue laughing at me. I grabbed my plates and get a foods for me. “Mom, aren’t you going to swim?” I asked. “Nah, your Mom is too old to swim on public. Just enjoy your last day here, okay?” Mom says with his sweet voice, I smiled and nodded at her.

Grandma Granger would have turned her down, but as she gazed into Momo’s hopeful eyes, she somehow could not. Momo thought of her Mommy, and tears brimmed in her eyes. “Grandma, the lady looks like my Mommy. I pity her… Can you help her? If my Mommy is going through this, I’ll feel worse than death. Looking at her makes me feel as if my Mommy is in pain… Waa…!” whimpered Momo as her pinkish lips pouted. The tears rushed out of her eyes, and it made her a sorry sight. “Don’t cry,” coaxed Grandma Granger. “What would you like me to do?”

Now was not the time to think about that man. “No, love. I was thinking of something else. Sorry for that. Mommy can do it later.” Kelly pouted showing her cute little plump lips. “But I want to help.” “If you want to help, we can wash it together later. After we return here.” I sniffed my armpit and scrunched my nose in disgust. Need to shower. “I will shower first and we will be heading to the supermarket.” Kelly pouted. “With Uncle Bastian?” she asked innocently.

" Dad suddenly gasped for air and collapsed straight to the ground. Ethan caught him just in time, but he didn't stop yelling at me. "Your mom did all that because she loved you. She would give her life for you without hesitation, and this is how you talk about her? Mark my words, Rosie Mitchell! Karma will catch up to you." As the crowd around us grew, I rolled my eyes. "You're not the one about to die, so why are you all so anxious? I know she's my mother. Maybe you should ask her if she'd want me to break the rules." I turned and pretended to ask into the ward.

When she finished yelling, she stood there shaking with anger. I stared at her face. Familiar, but suddenly like a stranger's. Then I laughed. "Get out." Her expression twisted. "What?" I pointed at the door. "Get the hell out. I don't have a mom anymore." "Fine!" She whipped around and stormed out, slamming the door so hard the whole room shook. I sat on the floor with my knees pulled to my chest. A long time passed before my phone buzzed. The post had been updated.

I looked up in shock and met my mother's cold, indifferent face. But all I saw in her eyes was eighteen years' worth of disgust. I clenched the hem of my shirt, my voice trembling. "Mom… didn't you say that once I'd donated blood eighteen times… I'd finally be your clean child? So why are you still throwing me away?" That one sentence seemed to ignite something in her. "Clean? What right do you have to be clean?!" She lunged at me, her fingernail digging into my forehead like a dagger.

With that, I pushed myself upright and shoved aside the cabinet I'd been slumped against, exposing what it had been hiding. The moment the door swung open, the calm vanished from Mom's face. She shot to her feet, and her eyes were blazing. "You bitch! How dare you!"

"Wait here. I'm going to shower." Clara's smile deepened. "Alright. I'll be waiting." I stayed in the bathroom for over an hour, scrubbing myself so thoroughly that it felt like I was trying to take off a layer of skin. Only after I had finally worked up the nerve did I push the door open and walk back out. "I was starting to think you planned on sleeping in there tonight," Clara teased. I looked up at her. She had clearly already showered in the other bathroom. She was wearing a red robe that matched mine and leaning against the headboard, the collar hanging loose enough to reveal her cleavage.