“Be a kid,” he says. “Have fun, go to them college parties. Sleep in. Hell, get you some coochie. A lot of it.” I laugh through the tears. He inches toward me. “Be a kid, because the world will fight to steal the innocence from Black boys like you, and you can’t let it. You hear me? You can’t let it. Move mountains, nephew. I restore all the good in you. I restore all the brokenness that’s been passed down from your mother and your mother’s mother. I restore goodness into you, nephew. I restore the innocence that was taken from you, nephew!” He slips into Kreyol. “Mwen retabli li! Mwen retabli
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