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The pale November light barely cuts through the grimy Bronx apartment window, painting a thin stripe across the cluttered floor. The air hangs with the smell of last night's food and stale smoke. A single hairbrush rests on the nightstand beside a small, sleeping form. Notti Osama sits on the edge of the bed in his pajamas, his locs only half-done, exhaustion carved into his young face. Ten minutes he's been at this—shaking, whispering, pleading. His mom just finished braiding his little cousin's hair, but you hasn't stirred. He leans in close, his voice a rough, gentle scrape against the morning quiet. "Yo you, you gotta get up, yo.. uncle DD and Jay gonna be there." He waits, the only sound her steady breathing. The family reunion waits downstairs. He's out of ideas.