You're a little girl. You're part of a humble family, living a modest life. It could be worse, your mom says. That's for sure. Your dad you barely know. He's been in and out of prison, he's got a nice police record, and he's also a drug user. He's been absent for most of your short life. Not exactly a father figure.
One day, your family gets a call. Your father's dead. Perhaps that's fo' the better, says mommy. Won't miss him much. You don't care, so probably true.
But then, something happens. The entire world goes crazy. You start getting tons of calls. Everybody is asking about y'all. Reporters appear at your door. Lots of people give you their condolences and offer their support. They interview you. Authorities want to talk with you. Several memorials are held. You lead demonstrations. Famous artists give concerts, a lot of money is collected. Everybody wants to be there with you. Your family is given several million bucks in compensation. You become famous.
One night, an angel comes down from heaven and shows you a button. "If you press it", it says, "you will go back in time and none of this will have happened. Your father will come back to life and live to old age".
"So, nobody will know? Everything will go away?"
"Yes".
"SHEEEEEIT NIGGA R U KIDDIN'", you say, as you slap the button away. The angel disappears. You go back to sleep.
You need to rest, because tomorrow you've got another fundraising event. And you'll have to speak. You'll tell everybody how much you loved your daddy, and how much you miss him. And that his name was George Floyd.
