“You is kind. You is smart. You is important.”

“Baby Girl,” I say. “I need you to remember everything I told you. Do you remember what I told you?”She still crying steady, but the hiccups is gone. “To wipe my bottom good when I’m done?”“No, baby, the other. About what you are.”I look deep into her rich brown eyes and she look into mine. Law, she got old-soul eyes, like she done lived a thousand years. And I swear I see, down inside, the woman she gone grow up to be. A flash from the future. She is tall and straight. She is proud. She got a better haircut. And she is remembering the words I put in her head. Remembering as a full grown woman.And then she say it, just like I need her to. “You is kind,” she say, “you is smart. You is important.”

“Minny,” I say last Sunday, “why Bertrina ask me to pray for her?”Minny say, “Rumor is you got some kind a power prayer, gets better results than just the regular variety.”

“When you little, you only get asked two questions, what’s your name and how old you is, so you better get em right.”

“Got to be the worst place in the world, inside a oven. You in here, you either cleaning or you getting cooked.”

“Saying thank you, when you really mean it, when you remember what someone done for you-she shakes her head, stares down at the scratched table-it's so good.”

“Baby Girl," I say. "I need you remember everything I told you. Do you remember what I told you?"She still crying steady, but the hiccups are gone. "To wipe my bottom good when I'm done?""No, baby, the other one. About who you are.”