“This is little Cynthia McEachin. Scared of her own shadow. Didn’t even trust herself enough to cross the street on her own. And she doesn’t exist anymore. So, tonight I’m gonna say a prayer and thank Diamond for that. For helping me get my arms around who I really am”
Case: Mommy, tell me a story
Tinga: Okay, baby. What do you want to hear?
Case: About the princess. What happened once she ran away from the castle?
Tinga: Well, she met her prince, and they fell in love, and they had a family
Case: Did they live happily ever after?
Tinga: I don’t know, baby. I hope so