Novel & Cerita The Mother I Could Have Been

If Vera was a delicate, petite woman, Victoria was without a doubt the ultimate mature woman. Only Victoria could handle my size. However, she was my future mother-in-law. How could I do such a thing?

My mother dropped to her knees. I stared at her. “Who are you?” She smiled. “The first mother.” Then she looked at Adrian. “And he…” Her eyes turned completely black. “…was never supposed to be born.”

Emily turned toward her. "And you expect me to become you?" The First Mother looked at her. "No." Emily frowned. "Then what do you want?" The First Mother stepped closer. "I want you to understand why I failed." Emily stared. "What?" "You think I was evil." "Weren't you?" The First Mother shook her head. "No." "Then what were you?" "Afraid." Emily's expression softened. The First Mother whispered, "I was terrified that if I loved someone enough, losing them would destroy me."

“I am your toy. Use me. Breed me. Ruin me.” My mother was completely broken and remade. And I had never been happier.

“Bella stella dimmi tu Cosa vedi da lassù Bella stella dimmi tu Cosa vedi da lassù Da quassù io vedo te Da quassù io vedo te E racconto cose belle Imparate tra le stelle. Mama loves you, my little one. “ The tape stopped, and the only thing that remains is the rewind of the tape and then an eerie silence in the room. I take calm, deep breaths. My mother’s voice has done its magic, and I felt calmer than I did before. She always had that impact on me. It was a miracle how she could sing or smile and make my world light up. It was the power of a mother’s love. Everything would have been different if I had been powerful enough to be her rescuer. That is another rabbit hole I don’t want to dive

My mother, Sophie Nash, was also my homeroom teacher, and she loved nothing more than using me to assert her authority. She was convinced that the worse off I was, the more afraid my classmates would be, and the higher her authority would be. Once, when I passed an eraser to a classmate during class, she slapped me so hard across the face in front of the whole class that my face swelled up. Another time, after I secretly ate a crumb of a classmate’s snack during recess, my mom dragged me up to the front of the classroom and pricked my lip with a needle until blood gushed out. Later, when a classmate was caught by the vice principal for having a romantic relationship while underaged, my m

hold your life, your heart, your soul, everything you have, everything you are, everything you will be, forever, for eternity, until the end of time, for everything we have, everything we don't have, everything we will have, if we want, if we dare, if we believe, if we hope, if we love, and I tell her, in a voice that is nothing more than a whisper, a voice that comes from somewhere inside me I had never explored, a child's voice, a voice that is afraid, a voice that is in pain, a voice that hopes, a voice that believes, a voice that loves, a voice that says, "it's not your fault, Mommy, it's not your fault, it wasn't you who chose, it wasn't you who wanted, it wasn't you who did it, it was

Consumes me. I kneel upon the ground, defeated. The weight of all my sins crushes me, as I recall my mother's smiling face and her laughter that rings through my mind so loud, I can almost hear it over the rage of the night sky. She was kind, gentle, loving. Everything I am not. I miss her. What would she think of me now If she saw me like this? Would she be disappointed? Or would she be proud? "IM DOING THIS FOR YOU!"

We have rented this boat and will camp on this weird island we found on g****e maps. "Good morning." I don't look up at the sound of my mother's voice. She enters the kitchen, wrapped in her dressing-gown and thick eyelashes draped with yesterday's makeup. She brings my thoughts to that song "Prom Queen" by Molly Kate Kestner. My father is no longer in the picture, and my mother sleeps around with younger men, and the guys probably only stick around for her money. I can't see anyone falling for her because my mother lacks a soul. She drowns her sadness with vodka, and a little piece of her soul dies every time she opens a new bottle.

“I’m sorry I hit you. I’m so frustrated. What did she say to you, sweetheart? What did she say? Go away? Give me a minute to myself? Go play in your room for a while, Mommy’s busy right now? What? Just tell me.” Jace snorted. If Mother had only been so kind. He repeated his mother’s mantra to Aggie in the same low whisper she’d always used. Mother had always whispered it close to his ear, as if she wasn’t really saying those hurtful words, if she said them quietly enough, if no one heard them but him. “If it weren’t for you, Jason, I could have had my dream. If it weren’t for you, Jason, I wouldn’t have had to marry your father. Why did I get pregnant? I should have given you up for adoption