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"What it is to have, you know, 30 people crammed into the small house, plates piled high, music playing, everybody talking loud, children running through the heat from the kitchen making everybody sweat, but nobody caring because we're together. You don't know what we lost. Because he never should. He's never had it. And that make it hurt even more. My goal was always to take him home. I called my friend Marsha last night. She's from Trinidad."