Stories Of A Mothers Love Novels & Stories

Mom raises me and my brother, Cameron Joyner, by herself after she gets a divorce. Cameron was born with congenital asthma and has to take medication every day. Although I'm healthier, Mom treats me better than Cameron. She always says, "You're the apple of my eye, Cassie. I don't want you to feel troubled because of Cam." From the very beginning of my life, I've always been number one in Mom's heart. However, the year I turn 15, Cameron suddenly disappears. Mom completely changes after he goes missing.

"Mom, I miss you so much. You're my mom, aren't you?" She peeked at Amanda meekly. Then, she stated, "Mom told me that I will be healthy again if I call you my mother because you're rich. I'm always sick, but Mom never cares for me. I'm dying." Charlotte earned my sympathy with her words. Whether she knew the truth or not hardly mattered; at the end of the day, she was an innocent victim. "I—" Before I could reply, Amanda started to cry.

"You didn't care that Julia was suffering from severe heatstroke. You didn't believe it when a student reported her condition to you. You even stopped Mr. Hodge when he was trying to save her! So you're afraid that people might accuse you of playing favorites, huh?" Dad slowly stepped closer to Mom. "Congratulations. You made it. No one will dare accuse you of playing favorites now. "Everyone in this world now knows that you, Monica Campbell, are the strictest and most impartial woman alive—and you achieved that by sacrificing your daughter's life. How the hell are you even fit to be called a mother?" He practically shouted at the last few words. Mom's knees buckled, and her body slid right

"You locked him in there and called it letting him sleep? Open the damn door now!" Mom laughed out of anger. "This sauna room belongs to me. The heating system is broken. Do you really think I wouldn't know what temperature it is? I'm his mother. How could I ever actually hurt him? "Unlike Andrew, I'm not full of lies, and I'm not crazy enough to do anything just to get what I want." Larry didn't have the luxury of arguing with her. He closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and enunciated, "Open… the door!"

"Look at you, all pathetic and useless. How could you ever compare to Annie? Hurry up and let's go." I hurried to follow her, but I was not fast enough. She yanked my arm so hard I nearly stumbled. Mom did not love me. I had known that for as long as I could remember. Even my name felt like a constant reminder of her resentment. Aunt Monica once told me it was because my real dad was a jerk who ditched us. Mom could not forgive him, so she could not love me either. So, I tried to win her over. I studied harder than anyone, proudly handing her my perfect test scores. But she just ripped the papers to shreds and tossed them at me.

For some reason, Yvonne could easily get our mother's love, the one thing I yearned for. I did everything I could and pulled every single trick in the book, but I couldn't even get a shred of my mother's love. I was unloved.

Mama Chabe made the sign of the cross and said to him: -Ni Dios lo quiera que vayas a ese pueblo, capas que don Hernán te manda matar no, no mijita no te preocupes, que nosotros estamos al pendiente de ellos, cualquier cosa que se les ofrezca, así que no te preocupes. That's how my parents' marriage was, my father worked as a bricklayer, as a waiter in a big house and my mother helped him washing and ironing, they had a hard time financially, but they loved each other very much, because I never heard them argue or fight or my father came home drunk, I think that what they went through was so strong that it made them mature and value the love they have for each other, now my dad works in a se

Mom finished as the rest of us cried. Jasmine stepped forward and began. "My Mother was the best person I have ever known. She had a way of challenging me and frustrating me but no matter how annoyed I was, I knew that she was doing everything out of love for me. She loved me unconditionally and fiercely. She was adamant about showing me that she loved me everyday. Even though Lilly and I didn't have the easiest of childhoods, it was full of love and joy because of her. I couldn't have asked for a better mother and I will spend the rest of my life growing into someone she will be proud of." Jasmine finished and everyone was crying again.

I mused, my gaze fixed on the mesmerizing dance of the flames. The lines etched deep on Mother Tanna's face softened, revealing the wisdom she had gained from a lifetime of experiences. She reached out and placed a comforting hand on mine, her touch grounding me in the safety of her presence. "My dear, a mother's love is a divine gift, a sacred bond that transcends the realm of reason," she began, her voice holding the weight of countless untold stories. "It is an instinctual force, one that pushes us to protect and nurture our children with an unparalleled fervor."

Mom said, "Love is priceless. We shouldn't exchange it for anything in the world, nor should we bury our heads in the sand like cowardly ostriches, afraid to confront our own selfishness. "Moreover, we also shouldn't control our children too excessively, forcing them into a forced framework and robbing them of their childlike innocence and vitality. "I hope that all mothers will learn from my experience and not repeat the same mistakes I made. You should also never make any excuses for your favoritism toward your children.