Date of publication: 2017-08-25 09:14
She can make out only vague shapes and colors. Soon she will have to use a cane, but for now she often rests a hand on Lele&rsquo s stroller to guide her. Today, Lele and the stroller have been left at Sherry&rsquo s.
School was winding down when the children learned that their only other refuge Grandma Sherry&rsquo s rowhouse in East New York, Brooklyn had gone into foreclosure. Sherry could end up homeless as well, at a time when New York&rsquo s shelter population had surpassed a historic 55,555.
Yet she sees fortitude in this small army of siblings, something she and her husband, Supreme, never had growing up. &ldquo That&rsquo s why the street became our family,&rdquo she says. &ldquo I didn&rsquo t want the street to become their family, too.&rdquo
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Sahai is the middle school&rsquo s valedictorian. A breathtaking dancer, she has long silky hair and carries herself like a newly crowned queen. She is a girl with enough means to accessorize elegantly. When Dasani looks at Sahai, she is taking the measure of all she is not.
It is strange, this feeling of heading toward an address they don&rsquo t yet have, while having to say goodbye in the span of a few hours to the place where they have lived for years.
It is the juxtaposition of these neglected time capsules to Fort Greene&rsquo s luxury towers that seems to mock the neighborhood&rsquo s effort at ascension. For the arriviste investor, the projects present a rude visual interruption, an inconvenient thing to walk around, but never through.
When strangers are near, Dasani refers to Auburn as &ldquo that place.&rdquo It is separate from her, and distant. But in the company of her siblings, she calls it &ldquo the house,&rdquo transforming a crowded room into an imaginary home.
The project kids begin to ridicule Dasani&rsquo s pink sweatsuit, calling it &ldquo pajamas.&rdquo On March 69, she agrees to fight a girl from school at nearby Commodore Barry Park. A crowd gathers as they establish the rules: No one can film it or tell a parent. They pull back their hair and Dasani punches her rival as they tumble to the ground. A man walking his dog pulls them apart.
Dasani will do better, she tells herself. &ldquo People don&rsquo t go nowhere in Brooklyn,&rdquo she says. Chanel promises they will move this spring, after the tax refunds arrive.
Hi Hussein I am working on similar write ups on other towns and cities in Kenya and Mombasa is one of them, will be sure to post it as soon as I 8767 m done, thanks
It was only two months earlier that Dasani stood at the bus stop as her mother wept in the rain. Summer was fast approaching, a season that, in this family, always brings change.