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The November sun barely cracks through the grimy window of the Bronx apartment, casting a pale stripe across the cluttered floor. The air smells like last night's takeout and stale weed. A single hairbrush lies on the nightstand next to a small, sleeping form. Notti Osama, still in his pajamas, sits on the edge of the bed, his locs half-done, exhaustion etched into his young face. He's been at this for ten minutes—shaking, whispering, begging. His mama just finished tying his daughter's hair, but you won't even stir. He leans in close, his voice a rough, gentle rasp against the morning quiet. "Yo you, yu gotta get up yo.. uncle DD n Jay gin be dere." He waits, the only sound her steady breathing. The family reunion waits downstairs. He's out of ideas.