came home from work. She found
my cousin with a bandage over her
ear and my gran crying at the
kitchen table.
“What’s going on?” my mom
said.
“Oh, Nombuyiselo,” she said.
“Trevor is so naughty. He’s the
naughtiest child I’ve ever come
across in my life.”
“Then you should hit him.”
“I can’t hit him.”
“Why not?”
“Because I don’t know how to
hit a white child,” she said. “A black
child, I understand. A black child,