The Mother I Could Have Been Mga Nobela at Kwento

"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…"

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?

You walk with your dead child and call it life. My chest went tight. Who the fuck did she think she is bringin Ava into this? "Móðirin sér þinn sársauka. Hún sendi þig aftur til að laga það sem var brotið." The Mother sees your pain. She sent you back to fix what was broken. I coughed. “What?” She stared at me, though I couldn’t tell how. “No. I came of my own will. No fucking goddess sent me.”

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

The beep sharpened, I cringed but could not block them. I felt a soft hand on my forehead. I batted my eyes, tears fell trailing down. The sad face of my mother emerged. I forced a smile. I love her, she's a good mother. She takes care of us. Though she couldn't take care of herself. Now I believe it could be that woman behind my mother's condition, the one who cursed me. She was saying something. I tried to concentrate on her lips. At first, her voice was weak, but then I heard her clearly.

oh "I mean I can't be a mum. My mum was a disaster. A complete train wreck. When she wasn't letting my father toss her around she was drowning herself in booze. She could barely function and.... oh God, what if I turn into her? I can't be a mum, Ava, I just can't"

I questioned the reason my own son had disliked me, and thought if I was not worthy of being a mother. But it was different now—I felt nothing inside. My familial bond with Julian had already been severed the moment he called someone else his mommy.

Her eyes were threaded with so many blood vessels that it was terrifying to look at. On the fourth day, she finally stood up. She walked into the kitchen, picked up a knife, and went to find Dad. “Adam, I’m the one who killed our daughter. You must hate me. Go ahead, kill me. Take your revenge.” After losing me, Mom was like a walking corpse. She hated herself for what she had done to me. The guilt and the pain were crushing. She had no will left to live. She could not bring herself to kill herself. So, she begged my father to do it for her.

The other. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I chant, legs shaking. You gonna cum for me? “Almost. Almost!” Then she adds another finger. “FUCK!” I scream, gripping her head with both hands. I can’t tell if the wetness on her face is water or me. That’s when we both get a mindlink—from my mother. You two better get out of that damn shower! Ninety minutes until the ceremony and I still have to do your makeup and hair!