Mom, Can You Show Me Some Motherly Love? — Novel

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In a world where family ties can twist into chains of despair, Monica's life has been a harrowing journey shaped by abuse, betrayal, and a desperate longing for escape. After enduring years of torment from her father and the cold indifference of her mother, she finally finds herself at a crossroads—will she continue to bear the weight of a family that has never shown her love, or will she break free from their grasp once and for all?

When a desperate call from her mother shatters her fragile peace, old wounds are reopened, and Monica is pulled back into a web of manipulation and deceit. As she navigates the complexities of a love that feels more like a curse, she must confront the painful realities of her past and the chilling possibility that her mother’s love may come with deadly strings attached.

With every step toward reconciliation, Monica is forced to question her own loyalties: Can she truly trust the woman who once turned a blind eye to her suffering? In a tale where love and betrayal intertwine, will Monica find the strength to rewrite her story, or will she be trapped in a cycle of pain forever?

Mom, Can You Show Me Some Motherly Love?Chapter 1

On my birthday, my dad made me sleep with a 70-year-old man.

Just to buy a pair of brand-name shoes for my little brother.

I refused. But my dad kept hitting me with three sticks until I passed out.

That night, I escaped.

Many years later.

My mom was kicked out by her son and begged me to take her in.

I agreed. But in the end, she cruelly killed me.

Starting over, I received another desperate call from my mom.

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When I was 3 years old, my mom finally gave birth to my little brother-brown and red skin.

I thought this younger brother was ugly, but Mom said I should take good care of him because he was younger.

But I didn't expect that.

His birth signified that my hellish life was coming.

Mom didn't have enough breast milk. Dad said it was all my fault.

Since that day, I started changing diapers and cooking during the day, and catching small fish in the ditch at night to make soup for Mom.

Dad named him Peter.

And he changed my name to Monica.

Actually, it was not really a change, just a different character.

I used to be called Monique.

To take better care of Peter, my parents asked me to wait for him to go to school together.