Yo Momma So Poor Novels & Stories

“Sure. As long as you pay the bill, you can eat whatever you want.” Amelia dug her nails into my arm, and her face was filled with fury. “Jonathan, have you lost your conscience?” I smirked and pried her hand off. “I think you’re one who’s lost yours!” “Your mom only gave me 1,000 dollars for the banquet, yet she told everyone it was 100,000 dollars. “Why should I pay out of pocket just to protect your family’s dignity?” When Emerald saw me blurting out everything, she panicked and shouted at me, “What nonsense are you spouting, you jerk?! I really did give you 100,000 dollars. Don’t even think about denying it!”

I was really hurt and sometimes, I hate being poor. The wealthy can easily bully we poor, forgetting that we didn't chose poverty. I arrived and saw Mom watching the television but her position of sitting made me sad. Mom can not sit very well cause of the tumour in her stomach , she will always bend. I tip toed to my room and got the $2,000, while coming out, mom spoke up; "Alice, what did you come back home to do?" Gosh! I didn't even want her to see me.

Diana smiled looking at her mother's serious face. "Thank you." The lady nodded her head slightly, taking a bite of the dish. "Poverty is a very bad thing Diana." The lady looked at the little girl, trying to explain her. "It makes you helpless and weak. Just keep in mind that no matter what happens, always and always be a rich person. There is no thing as love or family. It us all about money." "Yes mother." Diana carefully heard her mother's words, regustering them in her head. "Because we are poor mother, is this the reason that father does not live with us? But lives with his other daughter?"

Oh how much I missed her this past few days even though we've been talking on phone, I still missed her. " I see you've met your grand kids?. "Yes dear, and they are so adorable. You know Damien is so handsome I won't be surprised when we start having girls lined up our doors and Lisa she's already a beauty, and Emma, that munchkin is going to be a real beauty when she grows up. She rambled. Damien and Lisa who were standing behind her gave a shy smile. "Mum, You know they are behind you right?. "So? it's the truth. And people there's my mum always so straight forward.

And so, she always tries to shut the voice with the words, "You are a figment of my imagination. Shut the f*ck up!" Her family cannot be called rich by the standards of big cities, but by Welcome standards, they are not doing badly. Her Mama and Papa are the owners of a trailer park and also run a grocery store in town. They had a house in the town but it had gone into foreclosure because of unpaid mortgages last year, the only time when serious financial crisis had hit the family, forcing them to move into a trailer.

You lazy asshole, can't you just be like your sister for once, she always help me in the restaurant but as for you, all you do is to press phone and eat " My mom yelled "Mom, stop comparing me to Mimi.. " I yelled back "Oh my goodness!! You're really useless to me, you can't cook, you can't work, due to your laziness, you dropped out of school, who is going to marry you?? Who?? You just get yourself a dumb rich guy, useless brat " My mom hissed and walk away "Mom I am hungry " I yelled but she didn't answer All what she said doesn't matter or mean anything to me, the only thing that caught my attention was "get yourself a dumb rich guy". I am a beautiful girl so who wouldn't like a girl l

"They were very patient with me. I c-can't cook, you know me. But they were so patient with me, I learnt from Moira and the former housekeeper who was retiring and going back to the countryside. Everyday of my life for the past five years, I couldn't stop thinking about my daughter and grandson. My heart was squeezing to death with guilt and shame and pain. I'm so sorry, Mina! I'm so sorry....!" She was crying again, and I hugged her, patting her black hair mixed with a little bit of gray. "It's okay, mommy. I forgive you....how can I not? You're my mother." "I'm the worst mother in the world. Growing up in poverty, I married your father when he promised that his farm will make it big and we

He snickered and high fived the others around him like he had just made an award winning joke. Yes, Molly’s family was poor. It was just her and her mom, and her mom tried really hard. She didn’t have the best clothes or shoes, and sometimes there wasn’t always food for breakfast. Molly knew how hard her mom worked as a secretary and was thankful for all they did have.

The little girl asked but answered the question herself. "Because you're handsome and also rich!" "Oh, really? Is that all?" "That's not all. Well, I know you must be thinking how impossible it is for you to marry me. But don't worry Mr. Handsome, you're not actually getting married to me." "I want you to marry my Mommy" Dominic almost let out a laugh. This girl was something else. "You want me to marry your Mommy?" "Yes! She's been single for a long time now, which is not good at all"

Indigenes of Rio Hondo often referred to me as the poorest, ragged girl, but I could barely fight anyone over it or prove them wrong in any pragmatic way because, literally, I was poor. My poor father died when I was six. Mother said he died mysteriously, but whenever she mentioned that I often understood her empathy, after she must have elaborated, he died out of the depression of poverty. With nothing to fall back on, we relocated to our grandpa’s house to perch with him. Not that he was richer, but he was poorer. Daily we clung to the jaw of hunger and wants, since the meager vegetable garden he groomed could barely sprout enough produce, let alone make it to the market.