The Mother I Could Have Been Novels & Stories

"Your mom is waiting for you in your dreams, child. Go say goodbye." I shook my head. "No." "Go," she said softly. "Lay some things to rest so you can walk into your next life with a lighter heart." I fell silent for a long time before finally closing my eyes. In the dream, Mom was on her knees in front of me and wept like a child. "I'm sorry, Tina… I'm so sorry… "I messed up… I shouldn't have trusted Nova, and I should've believed you… "I was a monster… I killed you…"

I shouldn’t have acted that way when you returned , but instead I should have been grateful that you are back . I know that I haven’t been the best and I am still trying my best to be the good mother that you can say that you are so proud of , I want you to know that regardless and what it might be , I will always be your mother and I will always care and love you just like a mother loves a child . I will love you more than you can ever imagine , I know that I Haven’t been the best mother , but I will always be the best to you “ Listening to all that my mom was saying made me feel a kind of way that I had never felt before .

"Hello, I'm Alisha. I’m not sure if you’re watching over us somewhere but please rest assured that I'll be a good and proper mother to your son. I will love him as much as you did and shower him with affection." Feeling the smooth gravestone with her hands, she continued. "I’m not sure if I’ll do it well but I will do my best to be a qualified mother. Also, thank you for giving birth to such a wonderful child. And if you could ever see your son Quentin right now, you’ll see how much she looks like you." Turning her head towards the boy, she smiled with so much tenderness at the little kid that looked so absent-minded right now. She knew that it must be because he was feeling sad. She remembe

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.

Not even the pain could relieve me of the despair and panic I felt. Eventually, I went into my mother's bedroom and asked, "Mom, if you never loved me, why'd you give birth to me?" Her eyes were closed, and she said nothing, but I knew she wasn't asleep. If she wouldn't deign to answer my question when she was alive, she had even less of a reason to do so now that I was dead. No one could hear the dead, not even my mother.

"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

"Impudent!" I fell to the floor, staring up at Audrey's cold face. My heart was full of despair. "Why did you even give birth to me, Mom?" For the first time, I called her that. "You should've just let me die…"