I love, love, love this, Bebe. Thanks for writing it. Happy Birthday to your mom.

Your story reminds me of Bubba, a little boy in the neighborhood several years ago. Bubba told the children he couldn’t play with them anymore if they played with my son. They ask why. He said it was because his dad said my son was a n-word, and they don’t play with those. (Bubba was three years old). The other children said my son was not a n-word, that he was a nice person. They eventually told Bubba they didn’t want to play with him because he was not nice and they only played with nice people. That was the last time we saw Bubba.