The Mother I Could Have Been Mga Nobela at Kwento

The feelin‍g t​hat I’m faili​ng at this. I’m a t‌erribl‌e mother. I don’t kn​o⁠w‍ wh‌at I’‌m doing‍. I resen‌t her some​times. Resent the loss of freedom. The⁠ lo‍ss of mys‌elf. What‍ kind of mo‍t⁠her re‌sents her own b‍aby? I m‌ust fag’ll asleep be⁠cause I wake up three ho‍urs late​r. Sunl‍ig​h⁠t s‌treami‌ng. Silen‍ce. T‍errifying⁠ s‌ilence.

My breath caught. My heart stopped. “What?” I whispered. My mother’s voice was quiet. “You were meant to be the key,” she said. My hands trembled. The spine pulsed. The light around us grew brighter. My mother stepped closer. “The key opens the prison,” she whispered. “And the prison is me.” My breath caught. I stared at her. My mother’s eyes were filled with sorrow. “I didn’t want to become this,” she said. “But the world forced me.”

But not from Esmeralda. From Celeste. Mother: I saw your television appearance. That was humiliating. Have you lost all dignity? I stare at the message. Type back: Yes. I lost my dignity when I lost her. Now I'm just trying to get both back. Mother: You're pathetic. She's never coming back to you. Accept it and move on. Mev I can't. And I won't. Tomorrow I'm seeing her. And I'm going to fix this. Mother: You're delusional.

Time and time again, my mother had been the target of his fury—a silent martyr, bearing the brunt of his frustration and bitterness. As the full moon rose in the stormy sky, my body began to tremble with the first inklings of the transformation. Pain coursed through my veins, a fire consuming me from within. I knew I was on the verge of becoming something dangerous or uncontrollable. And yet, in the midst of my own turmoil, my mother's desperate cries reached my ears, pulling me back from the brink of surrender.

WARNING: This chapter contains violence not suitable for young readers. This is a work of fiction but still, you may find the scenes distressing enough so I highly encourage everyone to stop reading if underage. Thank you. I tightly shut my eyes, tears streaming down my cheeks. The regrets of yesterday flooded my mind. There were moments when I had complained about the life I lived, not realizing that someone like Veronica had been working tirelessly to take my place. Memories of my mother's final moments rushed back to me. She had expressed her happiness at my birth, despite being abandoned by those she thought would protect her. She had told me that I was her only treasure, her one hope in

I know you're strong and tough,”My mother paused to catch a breath. “However, you're not strong than the poison, Abraham.I can't afford to lose you now that we are free from Fernando, Abraham.I can't afford to lose you my love.I don't know what I can do without you because you're my strength.Please don't leave me.You promised to be with me even when things are tough and now is the time to prove it.You have to fight the poison, Abraham.You must!”My mother said in confidence and looked Alpha straight in the eyes.

I needed answers. “I am your mother, Becca. Just calm down, you will be fine. We are helping you.” This woman that framed herself as my mom kept talking. Truthfully, I could scent her. She scented just like my mother and I hated it. I wished I could set myself free and rip her head apart.

“Do you even know I can't get pregnant, Mother?“ I asked, voice cracking. “There was nothing that could make me hold onto that marriage anymore. So if you think I did something wrong by letting go of it, you're mistaken. I have nothing else to say to you“ I moved, brushing past mother but then, she reached out for my wrist. I couldn't look her in the eye and she couldn't do same with me. With both of us staring straight ahead, she asked. “Are you happy now? With this new marriage of yours, I mean“ I nod, “I didn't know it was possible to be this happy. It feels like a dream“ “That's a good thing then“ “It is“ I glanced down at Mother's hands on my wrist. “You can let go off me now“ She lets

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!"

"The 'Terrorist' is gone. The loose ends of the past years are finally buried under the reservoir. Now, stop playing with that letter opener and sit down. We have a press conference to prepare for. You are about to become the most sympathetic widow in the country." "You... you killed them," Mother rasped, her voice trembling with a fury so potent it seemed to be the only thing keeping her upright. She lunged forward, her frail hands clawing at Vincenzo’s lapels. "You killed my little bird! You killed my Catrina!" Vincenzo shoved her back with a cold, effortless disdain. Mother stumbled, and I caught her, my arms wrapping around her thin, boney shoulders. The scent of hospital antiseptic and