 Mama dabbed a little bit of perfume on my neck, then she kissed my cheek. Then I saw the tears welling up in her troubled eyes when she started to speak. She looked at a pitiful shack, and then she looked at me and took a ragged breath. She said, you've all turned off, and I'm real sick, and the baby's gonna starve to death. She handed me a heart-shaped locket that said goodbye, no self-control.