Tabu Mother Novels & Stories

“ I think I need to sit for a while.” Julie picked an empty seat and sat, staring at Tabby. Seeing everyone was silent; Amber began the conversation. “Tabby, you told me you were kidnapped as a baby and only found out recently? You were also trying to find your birth parents?” “Yes, my Mother took me away when I was born and took me to the Capital. Only after she passed did I find out the truth of my birth. She____she raised me well; it’s only how it all took place that I’m____ I’m not angry with her but disappointed, I guess,” Tabby said, sitting back in her chair.

As she settled in, I made us some sweet tea – something about the sugar and warmth helped ground me after the adrenaline rush. “So what do you know?” Tabby asked, sipping her drink. “Honestly? Not much. Just that the Emperor is pissed and wants his daughter back.” Tabby let out a soft chuckle. “Pissed would be putting it mildly.” She leaned back, her shoulders relaxing slightly. “I can tell both of my daughters are happy here. That’s all I’ve ever wanted – for them to be truly happy. You’ll understand someday when you’re a mother.” Her eyes drifted down to my stomach and I unconsciously covered it with my hands.

"We missed you bigtime, Bubu bear." "Missed you, too, Mom," Ira planted a kiss on his mother's cheek. "You don't have to call me Bubu bear for Pete's sake." Chloe caught a glimpse of his awkward smile which she found utterly ludicrous. Helena pulled away from their hug and giddily pinched both of his prominent sexy cheeks. She could tell Ira got his undeniable good looks from his mestiza Filipina mom while the authoritative manner was from his half-Turkish, half-Italian father. Such a great combination of DNA, she ought to herself. Not too long they were all settled in the spacious lounge area where a middle-aged woman showed up to serve assorted refreshments and tarts. It was as if Chloe's

her mum said in an excited tone. Arlene turned the volume up to the loudest and they kept up with their mini karaoke which was pretty much loud, because people on the road started to look at them. But then none of them cared, to Arlene her mum was a vibe and not like the regular southingham mothers who were boring and lame. These were the moments she lived for, there was never a dull moment with her mum even though they had little cat fights, but it was normal with females. “Do you think dad would be back from work by now?” Arlene asked her mum who was still caught up in the blues of the music playing.

Agent Vernon chuckled. “She was a good fighter,” Agent Jane said while trying to stop herself from giggling. “They said she had quick hands and she could usually put down her opponent in just a few seconds. She was a vicious fighter. They called her The Gunmetal Mama. Sometimes she would come out holding a gun that wasn’t loaded. Every time she’d come out to fight, they would play music by her favorite rapper, Tupac Shakur,” Agent Jane explained through her giggling.

Tabitha was done with the cocktail and she was putting away the ingredients she used. "Tabitha do you know where I can find an umby? Elena is burning herself." I asked her. "You take this and I'll follow you with the umbrella shortly." She gave me the jug of cocktail and my plate with breakfast. I then realised that Tabitha won't let me be until I ate the damn breakfast. Tabitha reminds me so much of my mother. She is kind, she is sweet but there is something I don't get about her, I just can't put my finger on it just yet. She is just odd somehow.

“Your mother's name is also Liliana. Liliana Redd is the heiress to the Red company, which was owned by her father. We became friends in college because we bear the same name. Anyone who saw us together would think we were lovers, but we weren't. Liliana, your mother graduated before me because of the connection she had. She was just like you, Tabitha.” Liliana brought out a book, which was her mother's diary when she was married to Tabitha's father, and it also contained some old pictures of her in school. Most of the pictures were of Liliana Redd and her namesake. Tabitha received the diary and flipped through to see one of the photos. Tabitha resembled her mother greatly—blonde hair, gree

Tabby’s eyes meet mine but quickly go back to looking at the machines, not saying a word. She won’t challenge my father. “No, Damon. I don’t. Your mother belongs here with all of us. We are going to get her healthy and sober. We have a doctor and medical equipment all here. You don’t think Tabby is capable?” he asks, glancing at her, but Tabby doesn’t even look up, “Fine, we will hire someone who fits the qualifications that you want…I will make some calls.”

The first time she received a sample of her mother's rage, Tábata Mamoru was seven years old. She was a scrawny girl, with long brown hair squeezed until it hurt into two high buns, made every morning by her mother to prevent lice. Even back then, she noticed she wasn't loved like her three other siblings and tried, within the possibilities of her tender age, to please her and show that she wished to be accepted by her.

"Rich CEO taking care like Yaba girl who sat on penthouse floor with drunk CEO crying and gave him twins and took care like hers for seven months alone with bag packed. Now Rich CEO takes care like hers, warm water, socks, rice, floor level, forever signature new house." Lila put Tabarola lids around them, old and new, bigger floor bigger shop, around happy mother and father taking care. "Tabarola shop happy now! Mommy Jasmine happy, Daddy taking care!" Mama stood up from real table, black dress, pearls, decision but happy decision.