When Mama Told Me When I Was Young Novels & Stories

Until MAMA. She remembered the first words she had told her. "Such a beauty, are you looking for you mum?", MAMA had asked her. Being so young and helpless, not even knowing her condition, Fiona had readily answered her... That she hasn't seen her mum, for long... Not even knowing how long, but poor little Fiona knew it was so damn long since she saw her mum. She was so lost in thoughts, that she didn't know when Khalid brought a hand to rest over her breast.

Like a candle in the dark. [Flashback - 13 Years Ago] I was six years old. Sitting in Mama's lap in the garden. The sun was warm on my face. The flowers smelled sweet. Mama was braiding my hair, but her hands were shaking. "Luna," she said softly. Her voice sounded sad. "My little moon." I leaned back against her chest. I could feel her heartbeat. It was fast. Wrong. "Mama? Are you okay?" "I'm fine, tesoro," she said. But her voice cracked.

He only returned home during weekends. When Mama got back home she couldn’t find me. She looked for me everywhere, but she had no idea where I could have been. So she was brought to tears, and that was when she heard me laughing. She followed the sound of my laughter until she found me. I was inside a drawer, in the topmost part. They thought that it would stop there. One night, while Mama was doing the laundry, I suddenly spoke and told her to get out of where she was. I was pointing to a hole in the wall and I was telling her to be careful and that she might hit one of my friends.

I heard my mother's distance voice, she pulled me in her arms, “Get the ambulance!” “Honey, you have to keep your eyes open till the doctor arrives, okay?” My mum said shaking me to stay awake, but I could barely keep my eyes open, they closed and everything blacked out

—Try to remember and tell me the first time you told him you loved him,— asked my mother, and I didn't understand her question, but she just looked at me, nodding her head, so I would let her do it. —Well, he and I have told each other many times. The first one was..., it was ....... haaaa...... the first one was ......,— she said holding her hand to her head, trying to remember, but she knew she couldn't recognize something that never happened in her life —I don't know it— she said confused.

But now, seeing the sincerity in his eyes, now was the right time to tell him. Then I began, my voice low and laden with memories. "We never talk about who we were before Blackwood took us in. I was once a child with the most amazing mother—a woman whose smile belied the pain in her eyes as she fought her own battles. But she was dying. I never knew my father, nor did I care to, until the day her cancer was diagnosed when I was barely five." I watched a lone pine tree sway hesitantly, as if yearning to harmonize with the gentle dance of the surrounding trees, its solitary presence seeming to plead for acceptance and belonging.

She watched Theo's serene expression, his dreams now filled with the enchanting tale she had woven for him. As the room was enveloped in a cocoon of tranquility, Mama Hazel's thoughts drifted to her own childhood, remembering the comforting sound of her mother's voice as she read bedtime stories. The nostalgia washed over her like a gentle wave, evoking a sense of gratitude and warmth for the tradition she now continued with her own son.

But hearing those sounds stirred something painful inside me a deep sadness. At twenty-eight years old, I had never experienced intimacy with a man. I was still a virgin. I knew nothing about that world. And every time I heard Ana's soft moans and the desperate way Henry held her, I couldn't stop myself from wondering what it felt like. Based on Ana's reaction, it seemed like a feeling powerful enough to make someone forget all their worries, even if only for a moment.

Something he was not telling me. I shook my head and set the brush down. I was being ridiculous. I was looking for problems where there were none. I pulled open the drawer of my small dresser and reached for a clean shirt, and as my fingers brushed against the fabric, a memory surfaced. I was sitting on my mother's lap, maybe five years old, and she was stroking my hair and telling me about the night I almost died. "A small beast almost killed you," she had said, her voice soft and sad. "It was the scariest night of my life. You were sitting on the steps, and this creature came out of the forest, covered in blood, and I thought I was going to lose you."

We tried the merry go round first, because I've always loved the merry go round, twirling round and round on a unicorn as past memories hit me like a brick wall ~~~~~ "Hey, mama. Look at me, I'm flying", I screamed in my childish garble at my mum who stood by the sidelines, watching me with a beautiful smile on her face, our black hair packed back away from her face. "Mama, my horsie said it loves you", I announced as the ride ended and I ran into my mum's open arms, her familiar perfume surrounding me as she engulfed me in a hug and I knew I never had to worry about anything as long as I was in Mama's arms.