White Mom Names Novels & Stories

He finally turns to me and asks me in an oddly intense tone, “What is your mother's name?” “Why?” Both Andras and Alec demand of him in unison. Alec is glaring at him now, as if the mention of our mother was well over the line of acceptable topics that he could discuss with us. Alec looks at me as if to say that I had better not answer him, like her name is some huge secret or something. I give the boys both a glare before turning to face Jeremy. He just asked our Mom's name so I am not sure what the big deal is, but not seeing why it should matter so much, I turn to him and say. “Shelby. Our mother's name was Shelby.”

Molly remembered everything. Her name was Molly Moon, her name in their local language actually spelt Mohlie-Muun, named after the full moon she was born on. A name that wasn't a first name and last name but was just a two part first name like Mary-Jane. She had a family. A father and a mother and all the memories of her growing up as a child flooded her mind, so many at once her mind almost exploded.

, replied him by holding her face in his hand. "Thanks babe. By the way did you pack the gift?", she asked back with a tensed voice. "Yeah! it's here", he replied by showing the gift to her. "Now, just relax okay well l finished the setting the table", he added. "Babe, what would l call your mom?", asked her doubt fully again. "You can call her by her name Bertha. My mom is a successful business woman, not a old type lady. She would be fine if you call her Bertha", he replied.

I laugh out a bit. “Ah, mama Unwana,” that is what we call every woman with children. We call them mama followed by the name of their first child. The name of my daughter is unwana so, I’m called mama unwana. “You done reach?” Mrs. Okolo (mama Chinelo) asks.

Sally Oakley to sound like Annie Oakley, but not be so obvious. “Sharp-shooting babes,” Momma says. “No-one ever sees them coming.” That was the name she signed on the motel register, and when anyone asked she said my name was Rainbow. Because of course a young, dumb teen mom would call her child something like this. A pretty name, a joke name. A name better suited to a fluffy new kitten or a dapple-grey pony. You can almost see the big pink bow.

“You’re right! I believe in Mommy! I want to find Mommy now!” Grandma Granger could not help liking this child more. “Good child. What’s your Mommy’s name?” she asked. She could help her find her mother. Momo was speechless as a look of panic flashed in her eyes. Why did she forget to come up with this? She rubbed her eyes and took in a breath. She finally thought of one. “Her name is Armine.” “Armine? Which Armine?” Momo said with a serious face, “The director said it’s A-R-M-I-N-E. The director also said that Mommy lives on Corporate Street.”

Roselene, which was my mother’s middle name, and Selanene, which my mother called me. White which was our family name. And Cor, Alexander’s family name. But the rest of the world shall know her as Roselene Selanene White. Since to them, she has no father and to him, she does not exist.

They were warm, kind, strangely human despite their wealth. For years, my parents tried for a child. Doctors told them it was impossible. But five years into their marriage, I arrived, an impossible, unexpected gift. Their only child. My mother loves to tell the story of how Helena, Mrs. Whitmore, beamed with joy when she found out about the pregnancy. “She was pregnant with Noah at the time,” she’d smile, brushing my hair behind my ear like she still saw me as her little girl. It was strange, really, how a woman of such status insisted on being called by her first name, even by the house staff. “Mrs. Whitmore made me feel like more than what I was,” my mother would say. “She never liked the

At the bottom of the picture, the names were written in neat cursive: Arthur Drignis and Selma Drignis with their children, Ambrose Drignis and Sashna Drignis. Sashna. That was my mother’s name.

It was the one that Papa Zen had created for Mom’s wolf, Mama Moira, when Dad built our family home for Mom. He had always called her Slayer since she first awakened because he could tell immediately that she would take after Mama Moira and would be a badass who would be able to slay her foes if it ever came to that. We wanted our parents to be proud of us no matter what that entailed. Sometimes, it felt like my being was pulled in two directions.