Black Moms Be Like Vine Novels & Stories

“Mother.” Oh, goddess. This was Nate’s mother. Their mother. I’d heard about Vivienne Blackthorne. My father had called her “a force of nature” once, which in Victor Ashford’s language meant “a woman who scares the shit out of me.” “What a lovely ceremony,” Vivienne said, her eyes raking over me with disapproval. “Though I must say, the bride looks rather young. And pale. Are you eating properly, dear? You’ll need your strength.”

She trusts me enough that I took care of it that she tells the group of people not to worry about it. Winnie looks away from her dad as she slowly meets the eyes of those seated around the table. “It’s true. A few months ago, a moment that was never supposed to get out was videotaped. I never gave permission or consent for this video to be taken. But it still was. And it’s the most embarrassing moment of my life.”

She chuckled and we took our attention back to the movie. After an hour, the door opened and Maven came in with my mom. I sprang up from the couch, sprinting to the door and then hugged my mother who had just come back from a hospital checkup. "Good evening, ma'am," Violet greeted. "Evening, dear," my mom replied. "Mom, this is my friend Violet." "Nice to meet you." Violet smiled with a slight bow. "Thank you." "How was it?" I asked. "It was okay," Maven replied. "The weariness and all that. It's old people sickness."

Mother blinked once. Then twice. And to my complete shock— She sighed. “Oh.” That was it. Not anger. Not outrage. Just… understanding. I cleared my throat, running a hand through my hair. “Mom,” I began carefully, “we didn’t realize—” “That much is obvious,” she replied dryly. Vivian looked like she wanted the ground to swallow her whole. “I thought I heard something fall,” Mother continued calmly. “I came to check.” Nothing had fallen. Except our dignity.

The two of them used to harvest grapes together. Where are father and Ben, Mom? They're fishing. Didn't you want the grilled fish yesterday? She bit her lower lip. She will never forget this sensation for the rest of her life. Her hands held the bamboo sticks that supported the vines. Illustrate an older woman who gave birth to her in the world. "Calm down there, Dad... Mom. Ben takes excellent care of me. You don't have to worry if we're in trouble. We can take care of each other." Her eyes were still closed. Now and then, her fingers stroked the hairy leaves.

I got the French tips, Anna got the ombre,mom also got the French tip, and Lisa got the chrome. “ Don't you think it's time Lisa got her ears pierced?”. Mom voiced out. “ Yeah, that's a great idea, but it's up to Lisa”. “ I really want to get my ears pierced”. Lisa said excitedly

Because it was so outrageous and there were so many bystanders, the story quickly went viral. Commenters were split in the replies, but most chose to believe what my mom said. They decided I was an ungrateful brat who abandoned the mother who raised me the moment I got money. I had no idea who taught Mom how to start a livestream. That afternoon, a stream titled "Airport Mother's Heartfelt Confession" appeared online. When I clicked on it, Mom seemed to have turned on some kind of aging filter. She looked old and haggard. "My daughter has always loved taking shortcuts. She got into Westridge through luck and won the lottery through luck.

"Those videos were edited. That mother and daughter set me up on purpose. Please, everyone, don't blame Samuel, he had no idea about any of this." Viewers weren't buying it. "Young? Is twenty-eight a child now?" "That 'no-makeup' look is rough. The foundation's so thick it's creasing." But she only needed one viewer. The richest, dumbest one of all. Dad came storming over the very next night. "What were you thinking, posting those videos?" He was furious and aching for her all at once. "Vivian's too scared to even leave the house now! How old is she? Everything she said was just a young girl being childish! She's just insecure. How old are YOU, still holding it against her!"

--- The Eternal Vine Late that night, after the celebration had ended, Lily walked among the vines with her young daughter, Emilia, named after her great-grandmother. “Mommy,” Emilia asked, her small hand clutching Lily’s, “why do the vines grow so tall?” Lily smiled, looking up at the rows of leaves stretching toward the stars. “Because they reach for the light, just like we do. And their roots stay strong, no matter what happens.” As they walked, the vineyard hummed with life, its vines swaying gently in the night breeze. The land, touched by generations of love and resilience, stood as a testament to the Cain family’s enduring legacy—a legacy that would continue to flourish, rooted deeply

“You know when I met you my initial reaction was cute!” Vine raises her head up so fast it could have snapped. “Cute?” she laughs nervously. “You’re pulling my legs right?” “I wish I was, I wish I was. Just being honest.” Vine instantly becomes self-conscious as she sits “properly”, being careful with the way she eats. This only amuses Nate. “I won’t ask for what makes Vine tick but I still am curious.” “Well it’s just me, my younger brother Tony and our Abuelita.” She replies “Our parents died a long time ago.”