Souma Mother Novels & Stories

"Mom, after discharge, I want to go home with you." Soha's eyes glistened with tears as she leaned in, placing a gentle kiss on Sukoon's forehead. "Of course, my love. Home is where you belong, and we'll be there together." The room was filled with an unspoken understanding, a connection between mother and daughter that transcended words. Sukoon's eyelids grow heavy as the weariness of her journey through recovery took its toll. Soha continued to hold her daughter's hand, a silent promise of unwavering support and love.

The other night mama had threatened to bring another wife for her son. "I would get my son a virgin bride if you can't fulfill your part in becoming pregnant for him. I know girls like you, you must have tricked him into believing that you are a saint." Mama said to Sarah. "That friend of yours, what's her name again?.... Mary! She looks like a homely girl from a nice family. And your possible replacement." Mama mocked Sarah more. "I love my husband mama and he knows everything about me." "Does he know that you are an ashawo (prostitute)?"