Yo Momma So Poor Novels & Stories

Her words cut deep, it was like poetry, the peaceful ones, the kind that searches your soul, “You've lived for centuries, Mom, I should have noticed that you've never aged—” “Or gotten sick,” She chuckled. “Neither did I,” a bright smiled widen across my face, we never got sick, not even with something as life-threatening as Sepsis, or as simple as the Flu. “Mom?” I whispered, “Then why did we have to grow up poor?” “Because, no matter how big a house is, a cabin or mansion... It doesn't make it a home,”

“Mom, I didn't want to tell him about the bill and our struggles. I didn't want to let him know that we were....” “Poor?” She asked me to finish my sentence. Nodding my head, yes, she spoke once more. ‘Emily, he doesn't look like the kind of guy who cares about how much money a person has. He was just concerned and you shouted at him for no apparent reason. He was being so kind and you just went off like that. I am sure I thought you better and so did your dad. So, what if the entire world knows that we are poor, I don't care. All I want to know is that my baby girl is happy. Money means nothing to me and neither should it to you. Your dad and I raised you better than this and I'm very much

"You bad woman! I won't allow you to talk about my Mom like that! We're not poor at all! And besides, only poor people would go around calling other people that, because they want to divert attention away from themselves!" Jovie's voice had rung so loud and clear that in a split second, all eyes were on them.

Damien backed up a little to give her space. "No." Melissa responded coldly. "I don't have time for that." "There's been a misunderstanding." "There's no misunderstanding," Melissa scoffed. "I've seen plenty of men like you. You thought I was poor and desperate for money, and believed you could buy me on the cheap, didn't you?" Damien attempted to defend himself. "I didn't mean—" "I don't care!" Melissa snorted. "There are plenty of other choices out there, ready for you to fulfill your perverted desire. Why don't you try Sunny Meadow Ranch?"

The camera footage played once more, and the host's aggressive voice spilled out. "Do your monthly wages as a helper cover your family's expenses? It seems barely enough to make ends meet. Where's your husband? Or are you a widow raising your child alone? Your daughter must have grown up without a father's love. She might end up going down a dark path!" A few days ago, Mom said she found an employer who paid well. She'd already signed a contract and couldn't back out. I only found out today that she'd signed with BC. Susan wanted to exploit the poor to drive up her ratings. She wanted to see how much a poor woman could endure for her family.

"I love you, mom. You always know how to make me laugh. But no, mom...this is what rich people do, they work and make money, and then they kept on making money. Sometimes I think it's what they do to feed us, poor people." "Hush, don't ever say that. You're not poor, we live well. A good suburban house with warm food in our bellies three times a day, good clothes, a car, and more. We're far from poor, what we have is better than what your great great grandparents had back in their days." Sloan practically wanted to roll his eyes, cause that was not what he meant. But his mom always takes his words seriously. The heavy steps of his sister's children made him stop thinking about her mom's word

“Yvonne hasn’t even gotten a single moment of peace since she married your son! You keep saying that she doesn’t have money but the truth is that she used to be a rich lady from a good family. It was only after she married your son that she became poor and had to live almost in poverty! “To make things worse, she has to deal with a horrid mother-in-law like you! You keep going on about how poor she is, why don’t you ask yourself why your family and son are so poor? “Also, you keep going on about preserving your bloodline as if you Whitmans even have any kind of business empire or prestige to preserve. Quit acting all self-important about preserving your bloodline! It’s not as if you have any

"Sorry, Sevi Baby. I might still be working that day." "You work too? I saw on the internet that when people have lots of money, they don't have to work. Your house is big and your cars are really cool. You have lots of money, right, Auntie Heath?" Heather laughed. Always entertained by my kid. "Auntie has expensive taste, so I have to work. If I run out of money, who's gonna spoil you and your Mommy?" Sevi nodded seriously, like he'd just received critical intel. "Okay, Auntie. Work hard then. Can we just do a video call? Or watch the video Mommy records?”

Once Alice was done reading it, she looked at Debby with anger ," you ungrateful bitch, you have seduced Mr. Harry?" Both Edna and Alice were shocked. How can this poor orphan who has no family to her name be married to someone like Harry in a short period of time? Despite the fact that Alice had maltreated and abused Debby in all her days of being with her, she still regarded her as 'mom' as there was no one else she could call 'mom.' She had only heard about her father and mother, she had never seen anyone of them. "I was surprised too... I didn't..." Before Debby could complete her statement, Alice threw a slap to her face.

“Why are you so selfish? Why are you always so self-centered? You always just think about yourself and no one else, you have what it takes to lift our family off the trench but you choose to do shabby jobs, that’s because you don’t care that we are suffering,” He yelled at her. “What? I have what it takes? So you Kwan I should go out and sell myself just so that I can lift you guys from poverty? Like what did I expect from you? Like always you have nothing to say, right mom?” She asked when she noticed her mom was in the room too. “He is right in this, if you had just fine as I say, I am sure you would have found a rich man by now and we won’t be indebted neither would we be living in this k