My mother has a hilarious story about the time her older cousins took her to steal sugar cane in the middle of the night when she was like 6 or 7
It ends with them being chased back to the truck by a man with a machete
She's asked me to steal HERE, IN AMERICA, IN THE BRONX.
I'm like "Mummy, I can't do that, you tryna get me killed?"
"If yuh can reach it from da fence yuh can tek it. Those are the rules"
"AMERICANS DON'T KNOW THESE RULES! I'm not going over that fence for some fruit!"
She gonna chups at me
Maam I am your ONLY son, value me more please?