A Story Of A Short Story

After a while, Mama came in. She smiled at me and said, “Good morning,” before she bent over Sarah’s crib.

And now and then in the afternoon she would burst through the door holding flowers and cookies and smelling fresh like the outdoors. She would stay for a moment or two and chat about with the children about the wonderful weather or her garden. The children would show her the pictures that they had drawn and ask her questions about their mother. Which she could never answer, but she would try.

She stood up quickly as soon as her mother made eye contact with her, an instant smile appeared on her mother’s face. Sadly, the same could not be said about her. Instead she looked frightened, perhaps, at least that was what she felt. It was

Sara nods, and says “It’s Mother’s favorite color.” She starts to cry, but Hanau scoops her up and twirls her around until she’s giggling. The door opens, and I see the mass of people left at the door as only Perta steps into the room. Hanau sets Sara down, and we follow Perta into the room.

Slowly gathering her things, she eases her way toward the waiting area. There waiting for her was her mom Mrs. Rose, Lucinda, Demitrius and Thomas. Angelina felt a little bit dizzy again, as Demitrius got a little closer to her.

“That-That is very kind of you! We really appreciate it, but I am afraid it is far too late. We must head home,” Eddie’s mother replied with a polite smile, forgetting about my previous slip up. Still, there was a frightened glint in her eye that refused to leave when she looked at me.

The room went silent, as if in anticipation. Dan's mother's eye turned dark and unreadable. It was hard to tell where her look of confusion ended and her look of fear started. Squatting down to Dan's eye level, Mrs. Howell

She found her mother almost at once. Katherine hunched over, head down, curling hair trailing over her downcast face. Absently cowering as she perched on one cushion of the couch. She must have heard Melanie’s footfall. She casually glanced up for a moment. She was surprised that she viewed her mother as dainty and frail. She felt protective suddenly. Her dark curls knotted as they drooped wadded, and messy, over her shoulders. She wore no makeup. This was a strangers face, a faded, pale, face Melanie almost couldn’t recognize. Her mother always wore the complete line of Sephora makeup, always. Katherine barely shifted her eyes when Melanie approached her. Melanie softly announced herself by saying, "Hi Mom." She waited for a response, nothing. Her mother must not have heard her.

I looked around the diner to see what startled my mother so badly that she’d made the entire establishment suffer through her second-hand embarrassment. When my eyes met Jess’ over the counter, I realised immediately what had shocked her so strongly. I tried not to make eye contact with my mother as we both sat back down in our now upright chairs. Jess smirked at me and offered a wink that I pretended not to even notice. I managed to hide my smile sufficiently until after Luke called for Jess’ help in looking for the apparently lost

She knew this was coming. It was only a matter of time before her mom called for help. "Hey... Vanity... What's going on?" The voice said again.

Pacing back and forth almost crashing into the food and clothes on the small, ragged floor. She stopped in her tracks when she saw her mother staring straight at her. Clara’s mum pointed to the small chair in the corner of the room, “sit down” she said. Clara sat down hesitantly, anxious of what her mother would say in reply to her sudden outburst.

Laura was silent again, then smiled, with wet eyes. A real, genuine, smile, just like Cath remembered from so long ago. Suddenly, Cath could see that underneath the new hair and fancy clothes was still her mother, was still the woman who had taken her and Wren to the zoo and cried on the first day of kindergarten. Right then, Cath wasn’t looking at the person who had left her and her family behind. She was just looking at her mom.

Some time went by and Jane was feeling Better But I wanted My mother’s Approval of jane's health so I asked for her to be sent for. As soon as Breakfast time came My mother and two sister Whereat Netherfield With us. I was relieved that mother didn’t think that Jane’s Illness was serious but,I immediately regretted it afterwards.It became an indisputable fact that My mother and sisters would embaress me and Jane.I noticed from the fact that Caroline and Georgiana were already snickering about My mothers remarks. Every word Mother said made her sound less and less intelligent, and the worst part is that I could only sit and Blush.Kitty and lydia also did their part in making the family look badly did so by rudely pushing herself forward and

Gretel changed into pajamas and climbed into bed. Thoughts again wafted into her mind about her future in this new house. Either the “adventure”, as mother called it, would ended up being the highlight of her life or the complete opposite. She hoped that it really would be an enjoyable change in her

Almost immediately as I walked into the kitchen and caught my mother’s eye; I knew something was wrong. She had that, we have no time look on her face. She swiftly picked me up and put me in my high chair. Upon which she started detailing, in entirety the things I needed to do to get ready. We were going to the mall.