When Mama Told Me When I Was Young Novels & Stories

to him. "Where's your Mom?" he asked. I didn't answer right away because I saw someone selling ice cream there, so I pulled him over there so we could buy it. "Chocolate," I said to the vendor. "I don't know where Mama is. I only saw her twice, and the last time we met was when she also pushed me away because she found out I got pregnant at a young age," I answered him. It still hurts me when I remember that thing, but I just forced myself to laugh to cover the sadness I felt.

I am still a kid; mama would always tell me that I have so much more years ahead of me. I love my mama because she is mama. I often think about her at times like this because she would always promise to return. She always tells me stuff that makes me love her more. Mama said that I should not wait for her anymore like this because sometimes it really would be hard for her to come back. I do not really know what that meant, but it was okay. I guess the way home is really hard to navigate especially in this loud storm. Waiting for mama and seeing her come back is the best thing I can do. I love seeing my mama’s happy face every time she first sees me.

51. DISTANT ORIGINS. ~DELMUNDO Faintly, I could still remember her laughter, the way she tickled me anytime she read me bedtime stories. I could still recollect the early morning breakfasts, the cereal and omelets. Like yesterday, I could still remember that morning she had left. I was still eating my cereal when she told me she was going to get some groceries. Seconds turned to minutes, and the minutes turned to hours. My five- year- old brain suspected no foul play. My mother told me she was going to the mall and like every child I believed her. What choice did I have, she was my mother, and if I did not believe her, who would?

More tears ran down my cheeks. My eyes suddenly caught sight of the picture took of the three of us. I had just turned five and my mother was pregnant. I had been really excited about my mother’s pregnancy in such a way that I told every child in the L-building about it, including Sorrow who got upset when I told him the good news.

Braham disappeared and came back with tea I didn't remember asking for. "Talk to me," he said, sitting beside me. "What's going through your head?" "My mother." The words came out hoarse. "She died when I was four. I barely remember her being sick. It happened so fast." "Fast, how?" The memories I didn’t know existed started coming back in a rush. Overwhelming me.

mama exclaimed loud as she was so surprised with what I said. "How was she Ma?" I asked her. "She was probably shy! She was good. I think she is already so well, back in her normal age because she doesn't care anymore about toys and the kid's book. I found her scanning and reading these magazines here. She acts matured and even on her words." Mama explained to me seriously.

Eventually she would fall asleep or pass out. It wasn’t until I was in grade school that I learned that Mama was quoting the bible with her talk of evil and money. I didn’t grow up knowing the bible or the good Lord. Father Montgomery never was nice to Mama. Even as a kid, I knew it. He would call her the town bicycle when he ran across us on the street. Mama would then call him some rather inventive things that would cause his ugly old face to turn a rotten shade of puce. As angry as she would be, I secretly loved to see her fighting back. It was in those moments that I felt like my mama was fierce and strong.

I don't know what's happening and that what makes me more scared and anxious. "You're too young to understand this, son, just remember what your papa always said to you, that we love you to the stars and back," Mama said while crying, in my young mind I still can't figure out what is going on around us, all I can think about is my sister who hasn't come home yet.

wanted to resist but I pleaded, "Mama p...please, tell me the truth Peter always tells me I do not belong here" She began to sob and cried...... "Am so sorry, I love you so much like my own child, and I was getting ready to tell you someday." I saw raw love in her eyes for me. **Mama Flashed back** 15 years ago when I was coming back from where I work, it was late at night and very dark. When I got home and walked towards the door while I tried to open it, I heard someone panting heavily at the corner of the house.

PROLOGUE - MARE - AGE TEN Her frail hand is cold and shaky as she moves blonde ringlets from my forehead. She looks so tired as she glances down at me sadly. “Momma’s gonna leave tonight, honey,” she tells me, her voice not quite sounding the way I know it should.