Black Moms Be Like Vine Mga Nobela at Kwento

“I won’t tolerate you speaking badly of my daughter…” “Says an irresponsible mother who has never seen her own daughter before. You should receive an award as the world's most useless mother,” she taunts me. Her words were like swords piercing my soul. I almost cried. But then, I didn’t want to give her the satisfaction of seeing me in tears. For fuck’s sake, I’m Leilani Bradford, I’ve been through shit, and I’m still on my feet. How the heck am I letting this low-class woman talk down on me?

Mom says without inflection. "Well, that's how we're going to be around here, too. When it's just the two of us, we'll be very affectionate towards each other, touching and hugging and feel no modesty whatsoever around each other." I'm trying to decide if I want to add anything else, when I remember the p**n video. "Mom, what video were you watching a few minutes ago?" "Oh, I don't know the name, something like Slutty Sorority Sisters." She says, very flustered that she can't answer my question.

My mom replied fast: [@LindaKnowsBest!!! You're literally my savior. Spill???] Bruce and I stared at the screen. After what felt like forever, [LindaKnowsBest] finally replied. This time, just one line: [DM'd you.] Bruce dragged a hand through his hair. "Oh my God. DMs? Are they allergic to public comments?" I sighed. "Forget it. One mess at a time." After nine that night, my mom texted me.

I explained in a small voice. "Miscounted?" Mom spat, interrupting me. "You're the only one who didn't get anything. She was probably annoyed that you were trying to get one. Why must you be so greedy? You're so embarrassing! Will you only be satisfied when everyone ridicules me for raising such a greedy daughter?" A wave of stress crashed into me. I dug my nails into my arms and scratched myself until my skin turned raw and bloody. However, I didn't feel even an ounce of comfort.

The last three blows did some real damage, the last punch snapping her head around before she fell like a sack of potatoes. Mom was totally exhausted. She also was totally nude. Whereas Vivian had been exposed as a bald spinster with the alluring figure of a librarian, my mom had a spectacular figure, 36-24-36. Unlike that old bag, mom had a full head of flowing, healthy dyed blonde hair, a bra actually filled to the bursting point (and it was all real, all mom in there) and the legs of a Hollywood starlet. Now mom played a woman of that planet who had reached me by besting her rival. I had to reciprocate and breed her.

She asked no one in particular, willing to take anything anyone says. “I’m so sorry, I was so stupid, I should have followed my gut.” Violet began babbling again, some words lost between sobs. “Maybe, just maybe… if I hadn’t been so stupid and actually followed my guts and fought for it, maybe we would have had more time together, you would have grown up with so much love, I would have been there to watch you grow, you probably would have been happier.” she rambled on and on. Vincr frowned at the tears falling down his momma's face and I saw the pain and anger dominating my being swirling in his eyes as he watched his mother cry so unrestrained, uncaring for possible onlookers.

An old white woman had rolled down her window and told Momma that she was going the wrong way. She had become enraged. Momma had actually stopped her car in order to cuss out the older woman, proclaiming that she wasn't stupid, she could read, that the woman wasn't the exit police…Juicy had just watched from her passenger seat in wide-eyed disbelief that her Mother had reacted so strongly. Once they had sped off, Momma had mumbled to herself that white people always thought blacks were stupid.

As Aton finally moved away, Vince leaned in close to his mom. “Mom, that man didn’t sound like he was being nice. Did he… did he mean what he said?” he whispered. Vivienne looked down at Vince, smiling at his sharp intuition. “It’s okay, honey. I think he meant well.” But even with the assurance from his mother, Vince thought otherwise.

@VIRANICA POV@ I woke up early today I started rubbing my eyes and searching for my mom because it is the first thing I do in the morning after waking I went down and seen her having cofee I hugged her by kissing on her cheeks she said "good morning baby princess" I giggled mom : when you will say that you're in a relationship me : mom do I look too old mom : no princess I wanna know your taste me : I don't have any specific taste mom