Yo Momma So Poor Novels & Stories

Greg mused. "Yes, we learnt that your brother-in-law is a ticket collector, your brother is a car wash and your mother hawks in Jeju, Miss taxi driver, is this information from the right source?!" Franko laughed. A roar also erupted from the other students watching. "Poverty-stricken family, how did you even end up here?" Franko mused. Molly lost her face to look up again, she gazed at her toes as tears trickled down her cheeks. Is it her fault that her parents are poor? Why must these guys cease every opportunity to humiliate her?

Chloe and her family would find a way to twist the entire thing in their favor. “Why do poor people feel like sorry can fix everything? Every time they do something bad, they find sorry to clean up their stupid mess. Ma’am, didn't you think before you did this? Now you ruined my dress, did you do it on purpose?!” She glared at my mom and I wanted to speak. Goodness, I wanted to say something but I couldn't. Mom wouldn't let me. I was poor too, I didn't have the right. It was that time that made me know the value of money and how much it could save you.

In their eyes, being poor was a crime. Poor meant you'd sell your soul for money. Poor meant you had no morals. Poor meant your heart was as poisonous as a snake's. "Mrs. Tyson, you have quite the imagination," I said. "But maybe you should focus on figuring out where your daughter actually went, instead of making baseless attacks on my character."

The screen shattered, but I simply looked at her with pitiful eyes. “Seven hundred dollars? Are you trying to tip a panhandler? “If you don’t have money, sell your body! “What’s a face like yours for if not to catch a man’s eye? “Wasn’t there some tycoon who wanted to be your sugar daddy before? Go look for him!” The entire room erupted in gasps. In my mind, I thought that no other mother in this world would probably force her daughter into prostitution right in front of a crowd. I bent down and picked up my phone. It was totally shattered.

It’s hard to breathe. “My mom and me…we could buy our house with this. It’s enough for that, right? It must be. It looks it. But…this isn’t my money, Susie. I don’t have money like this. My mom and me…we struggle every damn day. Her and me, we—”

" And he did this all because of Joel and his money?" Mom slowly turned to me again, " All because of? Do you know how much it is? Do you know how huge the money is? how would we pay that?" Mom glared at me, " to some extent i understand your dad if you were in his shoes you would do the same. Do you know how cruel the world can be to poor people? And do you think anyone would want to go poor after tasting wealth?" Mom yelled at me, " Aviva you are the one being selfish here, you are the only one who can save this family but you choose not to, how would you feel if your dad and i ended up in the street? "

“I don’t really like him so I don’t mind.” “But when you said that his mother is annoying you Mommy, I think it’s because she also thinks that you are poor” Jack explained his side. “Ohh..is that so?” she was pondering how to explain the concept of rich and poor to her son when she heard the warm voice of Mark. “No, we are not poor.” “Son, come here” Mark chuckled and waited for Jack to sit beside him. “To some people, being poor means you don’t have enough money to live a comfortable life”

it was obvious that the company was at the verge of going bankrupt, I was so sure that Mrs Grace Caddel would have no choice but to give into her demands especially now that she has more than enough shares that could pull down the pillars of the company if withdrawn. Should I really feel sorry for Grace? She was the one who flashed so much money at my mother’s face which ended up making her leave my dad and I, maybe she deserves every inch of what’s happening to her now I concluded then I remembered Finn, does he deserve it too? He is such a nice handsome man. The men stood up and left looking all grumpy, they got into their cars and left, I took a deep breath, stood up heading straight to t

** After dinner, Alexa went to the hospital and paid all of her mother's medical bills. Alexa used to be a rich girl. Her family owned a successful entertainment agency. Until when she was 20 years old, Alexa's father passed away. Her father had so much debt that all her family's assets were sold to pay off that debt. They had very little money left. Eventually, they were left destitute. "Nothing is harder than poverty." Alexa's mother said. "Being poor is better than living in debt, mama," Alexa replied. Her mother couldn't stand her poor life, so she often fell ill. Alexa was more strong. She faced her days as a poor person very pleasantly. She enjoyed her life no matter how hard It was. I

Money never did anything for me. "Money isn't everything, Mia, and one day you will understand that. I know you will, and I grew up very poor. My dad abandoned me, my mom, and my sister, my mom worked hard to feed us, and sometimes she wouldn't have enough for herself. She would just drink some tea and tell us she wasn't hungry," I say, and her eyes go wide. I think she never had to talk with someone that struggled with money. "How did you manage?" She asks, and I shrug.