Yo Momma So Poor Novels & Stories

"Speak up for you? You all ganged up on me, humiliated me, and hit me. Do you think I should help you? Are you out of your mind?" Sophie knelt in the rain, repeatedly begging me. "Royce, I beg you... My mother's health was already poor. Because of me, her condition worsened and she's bedridden now... I really have no other choice... The medicine is too expensive, so I can only deliver pizza..." I stood at the doorway and did not move. She continued sobbing, "We're starving. My dad sits on the balcony all day, lost in thought. My mom says... she says there's no point in living if I don't have a future..."

My little brother clicked his tongue, burying his face in Mother's arms. "Who is she? She smells so bad!" At the dinner table, Stepdad discussed with me which galas we would attend the following week, which etiquette classes I should take next, and instructed Mother to buy me more fine dresses. Phoebe tried to join the conversation but couldn't find a place to speak. Frustrated, she burst into tears. "I should be the Morris family's daughter too! Why does she get everything, and I have nothing?!" Stepdad frowned at Mother.

Her father was sitting on the wooden chair in the living room, his hands under his jaw, when she cheerfully gave him the news. He seems displeased with his daughter's most recent achievement. This two-bedroom semi-detached cottage was in Old Heavens, a neighbourhood in California known as the trenches. Even with the low cost of living, Alejandro and his daughter still have to make ends meet. They have been successfully held captive by poverty, which has also disposed of the locks in the deepest ocean. It was difficult for Mary and her father to buy a healthy meal. They would be unable to escape the bonds of poverty with even the meagre money she makes from the nightclub.

She used up all her savings to cover the Walkers' debt, yet it was hard for her to find a high-paying job with her music background. Yohan tracked her down and offered her a job as Julian's piano teacher, with a monthly salary of 60 thousand. "My new mommy is the best! I love my new mommy the most!" Julian exclaimed loudly in the living room. "I'm not your new mommy, Mr. Julian. Please stop addressing me as such." Emily glanced at him awkwardly. Julian was annoyed with the way she was addressing him. He hugged her legs affectionately and said, "I'll get mad if you keep calling me Mr. Julian! You have to call me Juli! You're so much more gentle than my mommy, I love you the most!"

She didn’t finish the sentence, but I knew exactly what she meant. If she had never had me, then Michael wouldn’t have died. I didn’t want to hear anymore. I turned and went upstairs. Behind me, Mom’s curses followed me. "You’re running away again! You’re just a troublemaker! I’ve really had the worst luck in the world to have given birth to you!" I hastened my retreat until I reached my room. I slammed the door shut, finally blocking out those voices, and collapsed to the floor in despair. I had heard those words countless times before, yet each time they pierced me to the bone.

“I regretted even knowing you.” "I don't have any idea what you are talking about, Miss Poppy," he answered, acting innocent but his eyes were twinkling in mischief. "Let's cut the chase and just return the money. You want to stop our connections and unfortunately, it will only happen once you return the money. You wasted my time. You should pay the damages, woman." I clenched my fist and was tempted to punch his smirking face. "Where the fuck would I get that huge amount? I am a single mother supporting my child. I raise her alone. I'm not born with a gold spoon in my mouth. I’m struggling financially. So stop saying those useless things, Sebastian."

I asked what I've always wanted to since day one. She shrugged and collapsed on me, then heaved a loud sigh. Too dramatic for her size. I signaled the dealer to leave, needing some alone time with my daughter. “My classmates say Mama is poor. They hate me.” Her tone was broken for a girl her age. “And that I don't have a papa.” Thick balls of saliva threatened to choke me. It was hard seeing her meltdown right before me... And even harder that my absence caused her so much emotional trauma. Heck!

Mom let out a scornful laugh. "Don't play innocent with me. I know perfectly well that you come from a wealthy family. You've been spoiled your whole life. This paltry sum probably isn't even enough to buy you a single pair of shoes..." She glanced down at my shoes smugly, but the very next second, she clamped a hand over her mouth in astonishment. I was wearing a pair of battered canvas sneakers, with soles that were already peeling away at the edges. One of the other teachers, who had clearly had enough of Mom's mockery, finally chimed in.

Delanie asked in unbelief. "Yes." Mom managed to answer her. "What?! We... We are going to be even poorer than we already are?!" Delanie screamed. "Delanie please calm down. It's tough for everyone else, especially mom. And,we are not poor. At least we've still got each other." I said to Delanie. "Each other my f*cking foot! I think you watch too mamyovies these days." Delanie said and dashed to our room. "Everything is going to be okay mom. I'm sure you will figure something out." I said to mom.

"Mother, you have to calm down. Getting all pissed won't solve anything. And stop saying we are poor, those peasants could take your words very seriously. " “Alright! Let's go then.” We moved swiftly into my room. “Now we are here, let's discuss. What really happened? What did your father tell you?” “Mom, were you really listening to me at all? Daddy didn't say anything, I saw things myself.” I heaved a sigh."We're totally hopeless right now. Now that we've become poor and have nothing left, what would become of us? What do we do now? How would we cope?"