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When I was four years old, I became a parent. My nineteen-year-old mother, Sherry-- summoned by her heroin addiction-- walked out of our basement apartment in Harlem and left me alone to care for my six-month-old brother Keith. Because I was the older of her two boys, she had often left me in charge when she had to step out before. I learned early how to prepare bottles and change diapers. People called me "Little Man," and by default, I was the man...
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