Before the Streetlights

This story was made in remembrance of the words spoken by my mother and many black mothers in urban neighborhoods. Growing up in Brooklyn, NY my friends and I learned the words "before the streetlights" were not simply a reminder to get home but a plea for safety against the violence and dangers that had consumed many of our peers and loved ones. This story looks to show a moment of grief and loss and places a focus on the things that we do and keep to process through those moments.