Story About Mother Novels & Stories

she continued, her words a gentle caress, "and remember that I will always be with you, watching over you from above." "Embrace each moment, chase your dreams," she urged, her voice filled with warmth and encouragement, "and know that my love for you will never fade. "You are my greatest treasure," she concluded, her words a bittersweet melody, "and I am forever grateful for the gift of being your mother." With a final, loving gaze, the mother closed her eyes, her spirit at peace, leaving behind a legacy of love and a heart full of blessings for her cherished child.

mahinang sambit ko. "Kumusta ka anak? Bakit parang pati yata sa amin, grabe ang tampo mo? Mahigit limang taon kang nawala at sa loob ng mga taon na iyun, alam mo bang unti-unti mo kaming pinapatay dahil sa matindng pag-aalala sa iyo?' seryosong wika ni Mommy. "Mahabang istorya po kasi. Hayaan niyo po Mom, magki-kwento po ako. Mula umpisa." sagot ko naman kaagad sa kanila

Isa itong matinding aksidente na bumawi ng buhay ng kanyang ina, nasunog ang sasakyan at pati ang kanyang bangkay. Habang hinahangin ang kulay ginto niyang buhok, tumingin siya sa kanyang tiyan at hinawakan ito. Oo, may buhay sa loob niya at naalala niya ang magandang blessing na natanggap niya. Ang ibang mga babae ay hindi makapagdalang tao, habang siya naman ay dalawa ang parating. Ang lola niya, na si Matilda, ay paulit-ulit siyang sinabihan tungkol dito.

"Ang hina mo naman 'nak! I can't believe Enrique resisted your charm. Hind ka manlang nag mana sa akin nung kapanahonan ko. Noon nung nakulong kami ng daddy niyo sa isang tent may nangyari kaagad sa amin." I made a face at my mom. Kainis! Now she's telling that nakakahiyang story about him and dad. Sabi ko na eh, she's just acting kanina. Ganyan naman talaga si mommy, she thinks she's a drama queen just because she won best actress during nung kabataan niya.

Napakuyom ako ng kamao dahil medyo masakit na ang sinasabi nito. "Pero sige, magpapakilala ako.", she continue. "I'm Eliza, the mother of David. At ipaprangka na kita, I don't like you for my son.",

Tumango ako ro’n. “Kung hindi ba naman dahil sa hayop mong ama na iniwan kayo ng nanay mo noon.” I felt teardrops falling in my fingers. Tumango akong muli. Alam ko ‘yon. Ang kwento’y namatay si mama ilang araw matapos akong maipanganak. My father left her while she was pregnant for an unknown reason. She grew rage for him and it brought bad on her labor. Kinupkop ako ni lolo’t lola pagkatapos no’n.

Ngunit hindi rin niya napigilang bumulong, “Ayoko kay Mommy. Naiinis ako kay Mommy!” Napahinto si Vivienne sa pagwawalis ng mga basag na salamin sa sahig. Tumahimik ang kanyang mga kamay, ngunit hindi ang sakit sa kanyang puso. Bago pa niya maramdaman ang sakit ng mga salita ng bata, mabilis niyang pinayapa ang sarili.

halos bulong na lang na kumawala sa labi ko. "Seems like your mother didn't know how to tell you a story properly." He smirked and stared at me. "Well, ano mga bang alam niya? She’s useless too. But don’t worry, I'll tell you a story, and listen carefully." Ni hindi ko magawang umupo o kumilos man lang sa kinatatayuan ko. Damang-dama ko rin ang mabilis na kabog ng dibdib ko, hanggang sa mag umpisa na nga siyang mag kuwento.

And if he never met such wonderful lady, he'd regret it his entire life. TULALA si Ziana kay Fabio matapos na itago ang kapirasong papel. "My mother was a victim of harrassment," mahinang sambit niya, "hindi ko alam kung paniniwalaan ko ang kwento ni Dad." "Who knows, sweetheart," Fabio replied to her. Nagtaka siya sa sagot nito sa kanya. Coming from a man who was a victim of her mother? Hindi lalo siya makapaniwala na maririnig niya iyon kay Fabio.

' I just sigh and show Mama Mosang a bright smile. You're probably wondering who Mama Mosang is? Well she's my mama "I wish" but unfortunately she is not, she's our manager. Mama Mosang is nice, too nice actually she always takes care of us and treats us like her own kids. I heard she has her own kids but they're mad at her, "want to know why?" well that's because of our wonderful job, it's sad isn't it? because "how can you be mad at someone who carried you for nine freaking months? How can you be mad at someone who feeds you, takes care of you, and clothes you?" I guess we never know a person’s struggle without looking closely at them.