Ui Mama Novels & Stories

Damika smiled warmly “Yaayyyy ! I have a little tigress, I have a little sister, I’m so happy, maasi mom, I want to meet her, why can’t you bring her to the island?” Little Tiger heard about having a little sister as soon as he entered with a gift for his maasi mom Maya just now realised why was the child calling her maasi mom, because she was his maasi, mother’s sister, a flood of affection filled her heart as she searched for Mahira in the boy’s face

Ria was staring at me, her grey-blue eyes as cold and thoughtful as Lucien Delano’s “Are you here instead of Shah?’ she asked her eyes narrowing in a familiar manner. It was so similar to her father that I felt myself stiffen in fear. “No,’ I replied, trying to wrap my head around the fact that this chit of a child, could make me feel so disconcerted. *** “But I am here to help your Mum.’ “My Mumma,’ said Ria proudly, ‘is an excellent ( she said it as att-lent) cook. She works for the kwawledg [ I think she meant college!'] In Japan. She is the best Mumma ever.’ And then, “My Pappa loves her. But not as much as he loves me, of course.’ You bet, I thought, unable to hide my smile as I could s

"Can you tell me what this is, Mama? It’s a…?" Mama’s eyes flickered to the card, her lips parting slightly. "…Apple," she whispered, her voice barely audible. The therapist smiled warmly. "That’s right! An apple. Excellent, Mama." In another corner of the room, a cognitive therapist worked on memory exercises, using familiar objects and scents to trigger recall. The process was slow, painstaking, but there were moments—tiny flickers of recognition—that gave the team hope. Mama’s journey was far from over, but they were committed to helping her reclaim as much of her life as possible.

She has seen the pics of her mother. " mama ap mujhe kyun chor kar chali gayi . Dekho na akela mehsoos kar rhi hun main . Mujeh ap ki god main sar rakhna hai lekin ap to ho hi nhi na mere paas . Main akela mehsoos kar rhi hun . Aa jao na maa" Aima said while crying. She was feeling vulnerable at this moment. She want someone to console her . To hug her and take away all her misery. (Mom why you left me . See , your daughter is feeling alone . All alone . I want to put my head in your lap . Want to feel your love . I am feeling alone mom . Please mom come back na . Please)

"Okay now, go to the sitting room and eat your ice-cream while you wait for Grandma's specially prepared egusi soup." "Yay!!!" Maryam screamed excitedly and rushed out. "I have never seen her so happy at the mention of other meal asides noodles and cereal before in my life," May admitted, "What did you do to my child?" Mama gave a short laugh, "I always recharge her stomach with my spicy, delicious meals and of course, she is now used to it." "Thank you so much mama. I am happy Maryam has a Grandma like you. I'm very sure you wouldn't let her turn out to be like the way I was."

“She’s the bastard child of her father and… Who is your mother, Ella?” I gritted my teeth, struggling to keep my anger at bay. My biological mother’s identity was none of his business, and the way he had thrown the question at me was downright offensive. As far as anyone was concerned, Moana was my real mother. It didn’t matter whether she was my biological mother or not. Before I could answer, Marina, dressed in her oh-so-extravagant red dress, chimed in, her voice dripping with condescension. “Oh, Ella, it must have been so difficult growing up with such a confusing family. I remember reading that Moana actually started off as your nanny, didn't she? And weren’t there rumors that your litt

Mia Liam is a very beautiful lady with brown eyes. She is 23 years old, 5'7" tall. She is a slim lady with an attractive shape, normal-sized breasts, and a slightly larger butt. Mia entered the lavish building and looked at the interiors nervously. She had never been to such a high-maintenance place and had no idea why she had landed here, having merely received a message that the owner of this company could help save her orphanage. She had been desperate to save her home, her children's home, and if this was the last hope, then she was ready. She would do anything to save her orphanage.

I was finally done dressing up and I walked out of my room, descending the stairs as I walked over to mom who was seated in the living room engrossed in reading a mail on her laptop. Phew!, Being a business woman ain't easy. " Mom, am done " I announced and she hunmed in response. " Give me some few minutes, you can go eat your breakfast " Mom said and I nodded as I walked over to the dinning room. I sat down and the maids served my meal and I dig in immediately, devouring my meal. It was then I realized I hadn't been eating frequently for some days now. Marvy, you don't wanna starve your baby!, Huff!, She's still a foetus.

As the days went by, many things happened to Elina, the woman who now bears the title 'mama' seemed quite surprised by Ethan's presence in her life. A lot has changed, so he no longer has much time. Although assisted by several maids as well as Ara, the babysitter given by Laura and Daniel. The young woman seemed to help a lot, but still, Elina was kept busy with various activities, starting from breastfeeding her little child, preparing all Adam's needs not to mention she had to deal with Alby who was giving her more and more headaches every day.

So I ask the most obvious of them. "Who is Amalia?" I bat my eyes innocently. "Didn't Enzo tell you? I am not surprised though, there was no love lost between them. Amalia is Domenico's mother and she is one twisted witch. Trust me, you don't want to meet her. And if Enzo suggests you take your child to her, your answer should be a resounding no." "Why is she so bad?" I prod, keeping my eyes on the road while Mr Phil takes the turn the GPS prompts him to.