Trevor Noah's Mom Novels & Stories

The content of the message made her frown in confusion. Trisha: Hey, Crystal. I've got something for you. It's tickets to the music festival I told you about two months ago? Well, you see, I can't use them anymore. An emergency came up. My parents got involved in an accident, but it's not severe. Martha isn't in the country, so I don't have anyone to give the tickets to. So, I'm giving you two tickets to the festival. Maybe you can go with your husband. I already emailed the tickets to you. You'll get a wristband at the ticket booth at the festival. Have fun!

I nodded and closed my door. I called my mother again. Still nothing. I called Sandra. She picked up on the third ring. "Hello, ma'am." "Where is my mother? She is not answering her phone." I blurted. "She stepped out to the mall. She left her phone on the table. I told her to take it, but you know how she is." I exhaled. "Okay. Where is Noah?" "He is at school, ma'am," she said. "Oh, true. Okay, thank you." I dabbed the heat that had gathered on my forehead and hung up. I sat at my desk. My hands were still shaking. I covered my face with my hands for a minute.

I knew his mother meant the world to him, and I’d gladly be part of that side of his life. “Of course. When are you free? I was actually planning to visit her next week.” “Perfect.” The days passed quickly, and soon it was time for us to visit his mother. Kiara Marie Tenorio-Salvador 1970–2007 Kayden carefully placed the flowers before we sat down. “Hey, Mom. This is Noah, my boyfriend and fiancé.” He looked at me and smiled warmly. “Hi, ma’am,” I said shyly. “She’d be happy if you called her Mom.”

I gasped softly “I… I don’t think the meeting is over yet…” "It's over now." His deep, dark eyes were full of promise, and I didn't even know whether I should be scared or excited. "Where do you think you're taking my daughter?" Mom asked, but she didn't sound as aggressive as I expected. “My house. The cabin. In the south.” Noah growled the words, as if even speaking was a challenge for him at that moment.

How can a cheap whore like you compare to a woman like that? Someone started thinking about this and said, "Rumor has it that Connor Milford's foster mother is only three years older than he is. Could she really be…" Ruby interrupted the person with a sneer and pushed the glass shard in her hand into my mouth. "How is that possible? Shouldn’t I know what kind of person Chloe Henderson is? Being a cheap whore is in her DNA. "She was born this way, but has always been deluded into thinking she’s someone else. Why else would she copy me back in high school? She probably told people that she was the Saunders heiress rather than me!"

I didn't want her to ridicule me. Mom stared at me and sighed. She placed her fork down and approached me. My back tensed as I dug my nails into my palms. Fear gripped my heart. I was terrified that she was going to say something. I didn't want to hear her say that word again. However, Mom simply kneeled down next to me and brushed her fingers gently along the back of my swollen head. "I lived a tough life, Claire. There were a lot of children in my family, and your grandparents didn't like me. Eventually, I got to marry your father, but unfortunately, he died young."

Noah sat by the window, watching the familiar scenery blur into a collage of memories. Tears welled in her eyes as the reality of leaving her hometown sunk in. She clenched her fists, trying to hold onto the comfort of familiarity slipping away. Her mother, Angela, entered the room, her expression a mix of sympathy and apprehension. "Noah, sweetheart, it's time to go." Noah turned to her, her voice strained with emotion. "Mom, I can't leave. This is my home. My friends, my life, everything is here."