The Mother I Could Have Been Novels & Stories

I should think of other things and other persons, other persons like my mother I'm about to become everything my mother would have hated - a woman reduced to nothing more than her ability to bear children, with no voice, no power, no freedom. She had always wanted me to be great. She had always said that I had great potential. She had told me that a woman should not be reduced to her abilities to bear children and work in the house- hence I refuse for me to do any house chores. She told me I could be anything I wanted to be, an astronaut, a scientist, a doctor, anything I wanted at all! And she believed that whatever I chose, I would be the best in it.

And nothing will ever stop me from finally achieving my dream. “I couldn’t imagine killing my mamá. She was a kind woman. Innocent and naive of the darkness of the world. As for my padre, without question.” I answered honestly. My mother was a good woman who didn’t know what she married. No, she was left in the dark until it was too late, which cost her everything.

My mother decided to play dead because she wanted to fulfill one of her fantasies. How classic.

I was a mother on a warpath, and I didn't care who I had to burn to get to the truth. *****

I didn't have my father, I barely had my mother, but I turned out better than my mother had hoped I would do. "Whatever, Aria. If you want to die old and alone, then carry on going the way that you are, because you're doing it perfectly." My mother muttered under her breath before she turned her head in the opposite direction, put her earphones back in, and returning to the magazine she had been reading. I could already tell that these were going be a somewhat, interesting and quite possible dramatic three weeks. **

I never even wished to be loved the moment I opened my eyes to the truth and yet that'll give me this kind of affection that was just programmed in the first place! Will I still be able to remove that feature of him from him? But I don't know how. I even don't know if it can still be removed from him. My mother has a hell of a mind and I don't know if I can understand him and everything programmed in him. There are so many puzzles in it and I might just end up breaking him. I don't know if he has a feature where he'll explode if someone will change him. My mother is smart and it's possible for him to do that because she knows that this world can't be trusted for any of her experiments.

I lay motionless on the ground. Trembling with rage, my mother stepped forward and stomped hard on my wrist. "Briana, pretending to be dead in front of everyone just to embarrass me. Are you very proud of yourself? "Do you think being my daughter means you get special treatment? "The biggest mistake of my life was insisting on giving birth to you in the first place!" Several people nearby gasped sharply. Sharon covered her mouth, but the delight in her eyes was impossible to hide.

“How could you not want me anymore?” She was trying to awaken something in me. Maternal instinct.Guilt.Love. But all I felt—Was clarity.

I wanted to show that I could make her proud, too. I just wanted her to know I was no omen. I organized and reorganized my words before I made the call, and as carefully as a scared kitten afraid of abandonment, I made my request. My mother said she would come. I held my phone as tightly as I could and leaped with excitement. However, my mother called and said she couldn't make it on the day of the performance. "Eve's sick, and I can't leave her alone. You can handle the competition yourself."

Memories - Maroon 5 💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰 "If you are not strong, we can postpone this." "Come on, let me finish quickly. I'm lazy to solve a protracted problem." "I'm scared. I'm not ready to be called cheap anymore." Even indirectly, my mother said that I was cheap. It was so painful. I will prove to people that this little man can promise a bright future.