Tracey Baptiste

As Corinne worked in the garden, the memory of her mama holding the small white orange seed came to her mind. Her mama had told her that the seed was magic. If you take care of it, it will take care of you.

“Do you like living on your own?” Corinne asked the boys.

Malik intertwined two of his fingers.

“We’re not alone,” Bouki added. “We’re together.” He wrapped his fingers together too. “It’s just like you and your father. Do you feel like you’re on your own?”

“Living with a father is a bit different from living with a brother,” Corinne said.

“He isn’t just a brother. He’s my brother. And that’s plenty,” Bouki said.