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Out of my way all you foxes,
Owls, beetles...
You all stay out from these feet!
I've got a long way to go...
Long way to go...
Seems like there is chains about my feet.
Something always take a had of me on this hill.
Pleads, I should stay.
That would be acceptable.
I should keep moving.
Thorns, you're doing your appointed work.
Never want to let folks pass.
Fork over the cash!
I no money.
Search her!
Hey!
Come on! Clear off!
What are you doing here?
Waiting to be turned over, sir.
Where do you live?
Behind the ridge.
You can't even see it from here.
On your way home?
No, going to town, sir.
It's too far.
It's further than I go,
When I come out myself.
Now, go home!
No, sir.
I'm bound to go to town.
I know you old colored people.
You don't wanna miss Santa Claus.
How old are you?
There ain't no tellling sir.
Fine, good luck!
Oh, missy!
Please missy,
Will you lace up my shoe?
What do you want, mama?
See my shoe?
Eh, Okey.
Stand still there.
Mama.
Can you take these?
Thank you, missy.
Good day, grandma.
Yes, tuesday at 11, the doctor is available.
11 on Tuesday?
Yes.
Okey.
Here I be.
A charity case I suppose.
Yes, speak up grandma!
What's your name?
We must have your history, you know.
Have you ever been to here before?
What seems to be trouble with you?
Hey, are you deaf?
Oh, she's old aunt Phoenix.
She doesn't come for herself.
She has a little grandson.
Well, old aunt Phoenix,
Why don't you take a sit?
We won't keep you standing,
After your long trip.
Now, how is the boy?
I said, how is the boy?
Is his throat any better?
Aunt Phoenix, don't you hear me?
Is his throat any better,
Since the last time you came for the medicine?
Look!
You mustn't take up our time this way, Aunt Phoenix.
Tell us quickly about your grandson.
And, get it over.
He isn't dead, is he?
Oh, grandson!
It was my memory had left me.
There I sat and forgot why,
Why I made this long trip.
Forgot?
After you came so far.
I never did go to school.
It was my memory fail me.
Throat never heals?
Does it?
Swallowed lye?
When was it?
January?
Two, three years ago?
No, missy. He not dead.
He just the same.
All right!
The doctor said,
As long as you came to get it,
You could have it.
But, it's an obstinate case.
My little grandson,
He is up there in the house,
All wrapped up,
Waiting by himself.
We are the only two left in the world.
He suffer and,
It don't seem to put him back at all.
He got a sweet look.
He going to last.
He wear a little patch quilt,
And peep out holding his mouth open,
like a little bird.
I remember so plain now.
I not going to forget him again.
No!
The whole enduring time.
I could tell him from,
All the others in creation.
All right!
Charity please.
Here it is, grandma.
Thank you.
It's christmas time grandma.
Could I give you a few pennies,
Out of my purse?
Five pennies is a nickle.
Here it is, grandma.
This is what come to me to do.
I going to the store and,
Buy my child a little windmill they sells,
Made out of paper.
He going to find it hard to believe,
There such a thing in the world.
I'll march myself back where he waiting,
Holding it straight up in this hand...
Subtitled by Murat Þahin