20 So she get up, middo a da nite wen I stay sleep. She take away my boy dat stay sleep wit me, an put her mahke boy nex by me. An she start fo breas feed my boy.
“Morning time, I get up fo breas feed my boy. I see dat he mahke awready. But den wen I look him good inside da light—eh, he not da same bebe I wen born!”
Erybody dat stay do bad kine stuff hate da light, an no like let da light shine on top dem. Cuz dey no like nobody know bout da bad kine stuff dey stay do.