The night my mom and my niece arrived in New York from Jamaica, my niece slept over with her grandmother. The next morning, my daughter was at their door bright and early. My mom was already up and having breakfast as my daughter climbed into bed with her cousin to begin an epic session of catching up. My mom and I sat at the dining table of her little studio, watching the girls happily. They are sisters, these two, sole citizens of a magical world known inside our family as Abbe and Notta land.