As the sun set and my brothers and I sat by the window watching lightning shoot across the gloomy sky like bullets, and leaves swirling in the air like a magic trick. “Mommy supposed to be home by now dawg, way she?” my scared little brother said with a look of fear. “Alyuh modda say she on work till de storm ova so she say watch alyuh,” responded our aunt Marsha, who then suggested that we go by her and spend the night.
“What we going and do over dey, she have no internet and she TV not even good. Yuh hadda use a scissors to put it on, and on top ah dah yuh cyah even low up de volume,” my big brother said quietly to me and my little brother.
With no excitement to spend the night over there, we argued our way into staying home.