We call it home. I think people forget that. But somewhere in the midst of all the violence, there is a community. A collective of mothers who trade babysitting services to avoid the cost of childcare. A neighborhood of people you’ve known all your life, people who look out for you ‘cause they know your momma’s momma. Nieces who sleep on auntie’s couch. Brothers who give sisters the little money they have to buy diapers for nieces and nephews less than 15 years younger than both of them.[...]