 Everybody came in and out of our house. My mama said, can we borrow some sugar? My mama said, can we borrow some butter? Y'all got something to eat? Come on, sit down. My mama treated everybody like they were family because the whole community raised everybody's children. Everybody was raised by everybody else. I'd sit in church. My mother would be in the choir, and I'd try to sneak out of the church. And then somebody else's mother would grab me and pinch me and tell me to sit down. And I'd look at my mama in the choir stand thinking, I know you're going to get her. And my mama would be looking at me like, no, I'm going to get you when you get home.