You Look Like My Son's Mommy Mga Nobela at Kwento

Kainis eh. "Ang ganda-ganda mo talaga, hija. Sana may anak akong babae na gaya mo. You really look like an angel." Maka-ilang ulit na sambit ng mommy ni Brix habang hindi inaalis ang tingin niya sa mukha ko.

napangiti na lamang ako ng makita ko ang ngiti ng anak ko kayo ng mommy mo ang lakas ko. “You’re so cute. Where’s your mom?”

And even Daddy Mommy notices that po. "Trivia is like a girl's mini version of tito trivox mommy." "Okay honey! I believe in you. But can you please hand over the phone to your Dad. I just want to ask him something." "Okay po mommy!" "Is that true?" agarang sagot ko ng marinig ang pagtikhim niya. "Yes, our son is telling the truth... The kid he met earlier was like a spitting image of Trivox." "Could be that kid... Is his daughter?" I asked.

“You looked stunning young beauty! You’re so gorgeous, where are you going? You’re so pretty, I mean you look pretty since then but you’re different today. I’m kinda sad kasi hindi kita makikita sa personal with that look.” -Mommy “Don’t be sad mommy, do I looked gorgeous? Well you were the one who made it for me, so thankful. We have a company event.I love you.” “I love you so much darling, enjoy and take care.” -Mommy I didn’t reply to her message. I’m sure nagising lang ‘yun. Besides, she needed to rest. Kahit papaano, naibsan ni Mommy ang bigat ng pakiramdam ko kanina.

"Yes, babe. I'm your mom. You're my son. Nangungulila ako sa'yo sa pitong taon na wala ka sa piling ko. Paunti-unti ay ipapaintindi namin sa'yo kung bakit at paano nangyari ang lahat. Mahal na mahal kita, anak." "Every day, I beg God to give me my real mommy, but since finding you as my Mommy Ganda, I've stopped asking for my real mom because I already feel like you're a real mom to me. Now, it makes me happier to know that you are really my mommy!" Ibinaon nito ang mukha sa leeg niya.

Isang malutong na sampal mula sa kabilang pisngi ang tumama sa akin. “You really think I care for those endorsement of yours? Look at you, you idiot!” Ang madalas na kalmado na tinig ni Mommy ay lumakas habang dinuduro ako. “If you can just see yourself right now… Juago, are you just really going to be like that? Your son needs you,” sambit ni Mommy sa akin. Para akong sinampal sa katotohanan doon.

Pagkaraay tanong nito at umikot pa sa harapan ko. "Bagay anak. You really look like your father in it. You are so very handsome, sweetheart." Ngumiti ako sa kanya at inayos pa ang kurbata nito. "Thanks, mommy." Humalik ito sa pisngi ko at yumakap. "You're welcome my son," gumanti rin ako ng yakap rito. "Now, go to your dad again, sweetie. Paki sabi rin na nagbibihis pa ang mommy, okay?" utos ko sa kanya.

Kasi napag isipan ko na anak ito mayaman. Masaya ako ng makauwi ako ng bahay, masarap ang amoy na bumungad sakin. Da best talaga ang luto ni mommy. Even na nasa mid 40's na si mommy kita pa din sa kanya ang kagandahan noong bata pa siya. Ang siyempre ang daddy ko gwapo padin hanggang ngayon kahit mga matatanda na sila still look young padin. "Hi, mom good evening." Bati ko kay mom ng ako ay lumapit kay mommy. Niyakap naman ako ng mahigpit ng mommy, she always like that, parang baby pa din ako ituring.

Pero sa paghahanap ko ay bigo akong makita ang account niya. Itinapon ko sa kama ang cellphone ko at huminga doon. Ngumiti ako bago idinilat ang mata ko. Huminga ako ng malalim. Vrion POV "Son you need to marry- "That's fucking bullshit mom." i said "Listen do you know this girl." mom said, and she showed a picture of a woman She's beautiful and she looks familiar on me. "Who's that girl?" i asked "Her name is Briejelle Clein." mom said

She gave this picture to me so I could remember what my mother looked like, even if I never got to grow up beside her. We look alike—too much, maybe. Now that I’m older, I can really see it. The curve of our faces, the eyes, even the way we smile. Minsan nga kapag humaharap ako sa salamin, parang siya ang nakikita ko. Kaya siguro madalas sabihin ni Lola na hindi niya maiwasang maalala si Mommy tuwing tinitingnan niya ako. She always says I’m like a reflection of her daughter, and every time she says that, I can sense both pride and sadness in her tone.