Shoes
Mama is still warm in the ground when the aunts descend like a pack of orcs. Maybe they mean well, but still, she turns away from the glimmer in their eyes.
"You have to be a mother to your sisters now," they say, "think about what your mama would have done."
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The dojo has five new posters – Miguel, Tory, Hawk, Robby, and Sam.
Tory watches her as she watches them. "Think you can step up?" She asks.
"Come out of your shadow? Fill your shoes? I don't need to imitate you," Devon says, and smiles. "I'll do it my way."