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“Yeah You got your hustle, and I got mine”

Kip smiled “No doubt, little brother”

Kid ended his gaet dressed He would need his brother’s help Kip moved Kid’s wheelchair closer to the bed, and then he helped him dress for the day

It was eighty degrees outside, so Kid decided on soo shorts, a T-shirt, and his fresh white Nikes He was a nineteen-year-old whiz kid, paralyzed from the waist down since he was eleven

One day, Kid was riding on the handlebars of Kip’s BMX bicycle, and the tere horsing around on a construction site, executing tricks and ju dirt hills like daredevils

Kip tried to jue dirt hill with Kid on the handlebars He pedaled feverishly, wanting to go airborne to show off for those watching But he lost his footing and lost control of the bicycle, which abruptly veered right Kid went flying off the handlebars and tu his spine The doctors told him that there was a 999 percent chance that he would never walk again He had becoic

Kip felt super guilty and proet him some of the best help and physical therapy h and able Until then, Kip always stayed glued by Kid’s side Whatever or whenever Kid needed him, he was there

Being wheelchair-bound didn’t stop Kid’s enjoyames were his second love He spentchess, and he became the best in the city and the most talked about in the Tri-State area He was a vibrant chess player, and coe hiame So far, he was undefeated

Kip rolled his brother, dressed and looking fresh in a pair of

gold-rimmed bifocals, into the hallway

“You want breakfast?” Kip asked him

“Nah, I’ry”

“You sure? You know I can s real quick”

“I’et out and about”

“You want me to come with you?”

“Kip, I’rown man I don’t need you to babysit or escort me everywhere I can handle myself”

“A’ight”

Kid rolled hiave his brother the deuces sign before leaving