The sunlight and the tease of perfectly mild weather lured Nikki Jones and her son out of their low-slung West Philadelphia rowhouse on March 23rd.
Jones planted herself on her porch. Nasir, 14, was right by her side. It was late in the afternoon, and the temperature had edged into the 70s. All of the kids in the neighborhood were running around outside, but Nasir didn’t budge. Jones is the kind of mother who worries about of all of the things that can go wrong once her son leaves her line of sight from her perch on Callowhill Street near 63rd.
A flurry of motion caught her eye across the street. It was Zakee Watkins, 17, waving at Jones and her boy. “He had his little earphones in. We waved back,” Jones says. “I’ve known him since he was a little kid, maybe like 10 years old.”
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