روايات وقصص ضمن Trevor Noah's Mother Today

********************** Some months later ********************** I have been avoiding Mazi for so long to no avail, I really regretted what happened between us in the past however I'm really pressured right now. My petty business is not enough to pay my rent, cloth, or feed Sarah and me, not to talk of Sarah's school fees. The hours I spent under the sun has made my skin darker and wrinkled, I don't wear makeup anymore and it used to be one of my favorite things in the world. Sarah would soon be eight years but she has matured beyond her age because of the circumstances revolving around us, I have failed her as a mother. "Mum, I'm hungry." Sarah's soft voice broke my reverie.

“If you’ve been traumatized, the company can pay for you to go get therapy.” Instead of being upset, she approached me and whispered, “Don’t worry, I’m not trying to make a huge scene out of this. “But your daughter, Trinity, has been toying with my son like he’s just a fallback guy for two whole years. After that, she got pregnant, secretly gave birth, and just dumped that baby in a toilet to die.” Tears welled up in her eyes as she whispered more viciously, “My son gave her everything, but she treated our whole family like dirt. How could she end a life just like that?!”

Emma shook her head. "But maybe she is." Noah stared at her. "My father died when I was twelve." "And your mother?" "She died two years later." Emma grabbed his hand. "Noah, did you ever have a sister?" He laughed softly. "No." Then stopped. His smile faded. Actually… His mother used to mention a baby. A little girl. Someone she cried about. But every time he asked, she changed the subject. His blood ran cold. "No." Emma looked at him. "What?"

Yet, she had the nerve to announce in the group chat that she was Tony's mother. "I saw the message in the group." Right in front of the security guard, I laid it all out. "You said you're Tony's mother? I'm curious about that." Her hands tightened at her sides for a split second. Then, she glanced nervously at the guard and forced a smile as she explained, "Oh, that. It's because the school has a parent-teacher conference coming up, and Tony's father said he and his wife are both too busy to attend. "He asked me to pretend on their behalf so that Tony wouldn't be sad. I'm really sorry if this has caused you any trouble!"

[Elena's POV] I smoothed down the silk of my dress and gave Noah a small, deliberate smile. "You look incredibly tense," I teased, stepping closer to him. "Are you worried your mother bullied me?" Noah shifted his weight. For the first time since I met him, the terrifying Boss of Velgrave actually avoided my gaze. He looked distinctly uncomfortable. "My mother does not bully women," Noah muttered, running a hand through his dark brown hair. "I was worried she would be... overly enthusiastic. She has a terrible habit of adopting poor girl."

“But, for the hundredth time, I’m going to tell you this: don’t waste your time. It’s pointless. If my mother thinks Cassian killed that chimera, then nothing will change her mind. Believe me, I know. I’ve been through this before.” "He... Has he stolen your credit for other things before?" I asked, anger beginning to tighten in my chest again. “I’m not going to waste your time with that list. It’s kind of long.” Noah snorted, and even though he was acting like he didn’t care, I could hear something hidden in his voice; something I couldn’t tell if it was pain or disappointment. “Just know that my mother has a son for whom she wants to see the victories go. Once she hears that he’s done some

exual favours. A bitter laugh escaped me at the memory. I’d like to think my mother was smarter than that. I wanted to believe she wouldn’t stoop so low. But when she was triggered, she could be… irrational. By the time I made it to the kitchen this morning, the damage was already done. The house felt too quiet, too empty. My mother and Weah were gone, and Henry had left for the office early. That left Noah. He was at the kitchen table, flipping through his father’s discarded newspaper, looking like something straight out of a men’s fashion ad.

he replied and I gave him a blank look. "Tyler.” I knew that was childish but I just had to say it. Noah immediately let out a laugh at that while a muscle in Tyler’s jaw twitched and he leaned away from the door. “Your mum wants you, Noah,” he bit out, his eyes still fixed on me, before he gave me a once over and walked away.

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.

Creed, Noah's mother, who watched in silence. "Told her what?" Noah questioned as his mother sat down on the couch without uttering a word and just stared at her son. "What the hell did you say to her, you frog?" He stood up and marched toward her. “Ah... How dare you?" Susan sparked. "Well, it doesn’t matter; I already told aunty the truth about your relationship with that slut of a staff," she added. "What the hell are you talking about? What relationship?" Noah demanded in a confused tone. This is not happening. Why the hell do they want to feed him what he has not eaten?