Kan Mama Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Mama, kenapa Alina masih di rumah kalau dia bukan Mama aku?" *Mama, why is Alina still in the house if she's not my mother?* Alina's breath stopped. She pressed herself against the wall, waiting for Clarissa's answer. "Well, sweetheart, that's complicated. Alina is married to your Papa. So she lives here. But that doesn't make her your mama. I'm your mama. Do you understand?" "I think so." "Good boy." Sounds of movement. A book closing. "Now, should we read another chapter? Or would you like to go see the new toys Mama ordered for your room?"

A⁠Y‍ANA: “Ti​red. My mo⁠uth st‍ill hurts. But‌ J⁠j​ajja​ is telling me stories about wh‍en D⁠add‌y was⁠ litt‌le‍ an‌d got into⁠ trou‍ble.” MAMA GRACE: (ap​p⁠earing o​n screen) “He wa⁠s a ter⁠ror. Clim⁠bed everyth⁠i‌ng​, brok​e everything, ‍ worrie⁠d me. Constantly”​ AM⁠ON:⁠ “‌Mama, you're ruining my repu​tation.​” AYANA: (‌giggling—the sound precious and rare) “Tell m‍e more, Jjajja!”

"Your mother is dead, Nyx. You need to come home."The words were the last thing I expected to hear while elbow-deep in someone else's dirty espresso cups, my third shift of the day barely halfway done. I stood there in the back of the café, trying to process what my mother's lawyer had just said.Dead? My mother was dead? "Miss Torelio? Are you still there?"I realized I hadn't responded or even breathed. "When?" My voice came out flat.

“Mama.” The word left Mara's lips before she could think. The woman stayed a few meters away. She smiled. Just like before. Not like the Anna who lost Mara on the island. Not the broken, exhausted woman of recent years. The mother from her childhood. The mother she wanted to remember. She missed. Mara made a step on her. Then another one. “Mara!” Eva grabbed her arm. Hard. ‘Not.’ Mara broke. “This is my mother!”

Despite Mama’s age, she looked like she was fresh out of jet magazine, the ’40 and Still Got It’ edition, although she's really peaking at 60. “Yes in this! News flash my darlings my husband is dead, I am free and single, you think Mama ain’t trying to nail her one?” I was a bit disgusted by her choice of words, and by the looks of Isa’s face she was too, as usual Mama continued her rant. “Besides girls it’s been far too long, your mother don’t know no man but y’all fathers.” I almost cut Mama off by her use of verbiage, but she was too caught up in her own world to notice.

Seher beamed and kissed Mysha on her cheeks. "And me, mama?" Anshi asked, standing in front of her. "You both are mama ki Jaan( mama's life)" saying she kissed Anshi on her both cheeks and both sisters giggled in her mother's arms and kissed on her both cheeks spreading their small arms around her neck in a tight hug.

"Son, go to your room, your mama needs to rest." Sinenyasan ni Papa ang katulong namin. Mabilis naman na sumunod ang katulong, kinuha niya ako at hinila palayo sa kanila. Habang ginagawa iyon ni manang ay kita ko kung paano yakapin at aluin ni Papa si Mama.

Shet ka, 'yung simpleng tunog na 'yon parang automatic nagpapabilis tibok ng puso ko. Pagbaba ko ng hagdan, nadatnan ko agad si Mama na nakatingin sa bintana habang umiinom ng kape. “Nand'yan na siya.” Parang proud pa siya. “Ma naman.” Ngumiti lang siya bago inayos kuwelyo ko na parang elementary student ako. “Maganda ka na.” sabi ni mama. Napailing ako habang pinipigilang ngumiti.

Each time I call you mama, I feel weird! Hyun Hyun ಥ﹏ಥ She fired at her mother and did not stop until it was needed.