“What’s that?” Kojo asks. “Barbed wire.” “What’s that?” Kojo asks. “It’s a big gate.” “What’s that?” Kojo asks. “A thick wall.” “What’s that?” Kojo asks. “He’s a security guard.” Kojo’s questions come at me in rapid fire. At his age, he is still only asking whats and not whys. I think about how I will … Continue reading What’s that?