The Mother I Could Have Been Mga Nobela at Kwento

"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

“Mom, I'm here.” A simple grave and a modest headstone were all that remained of my mother. “Mom, I found the truth.” I crouched down and placed the photograph beside the grave. The image Margaret took was blurry, the figures faded with age, but I could still make out the silhouette. “The man who hurt you didn't die by my hand.” I paused. “He was destroyed by his own greed.” The night before, Victor's condition deteriorated rapidly.

Her coughing got worse and worse, and blood sprayed from her mouth like mist. There was another bang. Mommy’s back jerked, as if something had slammed into it. She flew up into the air. Then she crashed down hard onto the ground. There was a little hole in her back, and blood welled up out of it. There was so much of it. Mommy struggled to get her mouth close to my ear and said one thing to me. Then, anxious, she asked: “Isa, did you understand?” I nodded, sobbing.

"Are you really going to watch your mother die?" The longer she talked, the steadier she became. Six years of marriage had taught her exactly where my weakness was. She was right. If my mother hadn't died on that operating table, I might have given in. However, she had thrown away the only leverage she had. I drove my foot into Diana's stomach. She slammed into the TV with a loud crash. "My mother's condition no longer matters to me. "All I want now is your life." I raised the knife and stepped toward her.

"You didn't care that Julia was suffering from severe heatstroke. You didn't believe it when a student reported her condition to you. You even stopped Mr. Hodge when he was trying to save her! So you're afraid that people might accuse you of playing favorites, huh?" Dad slowly stepped closer to Mom. "Congratulations. You made it. No one will dare accuse you of playing favorites now. "Everyone in this world now knows that you, Monica Campbell, are the strictest and most impartial woman alive—and you achieved that by sacrificing your daughter's life. How the hell are you even fit to be called a mother?" He practically shouted at the last few words. Mom's knees buckled, and her body slid right

I couldn't change the past at all, rewrite all the wrongs, give my mother a new life. All I could do was hold her. My mother suffered the most. She lost her mate only to be wiped of her memories and give birth to a son she thought was the product of rape. Yet she still loved me. What if I was never born? Would she still be alive and Adam not have killed her off?

demon:- can I see my mother one last time can I, I miss her so much please let me see her once, you can take my life but let me see her once. "she is gone now, and one day you will be too, I want you to leave your life, leaving behind everything that holds you back, you deserve this life so live it, I can not let you see her, she has taken birth and she is starting her new life, now it's your time to start your life from zero, for sake of you and her past, live your life, when she was with me, she said, she want you to be happy, so if you want to be happy kill him and move on, you can do it"

She could hear the distant sound of weeping and the muffled cries of the people she had once loved. A figure emerged from the shadows, a woman with a kind face but a cold, distant gaze. It was her mother, the woman who had once been her rock and her refuge. Cassie's heart pounded as her mother spoke, her voice laced with sorrow. "You've failed us, Cassie. You've failed me. You're not strong enough. You're not worthy."

"He's just taking care of something in-" "Mom, I'm useless mother. I'm nothing but a useless mother." She said tearfully. "No, dear. Don't talk like that. You are a good mother-" "If I'm a good mother, why did my baby die?!" Suddenly, her suppressed anger, hatred, and pain erupted. "I'm useless mother! Nothing! I was unable to protect my own child. What kind of mother am I?"

“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