He buckled his brother in the passenger seat and then drove them to a Kwiky Mart for candy. Afterwards they went to the care facility that his mother had been living.
Tyrone had no memory of going hungry and having dirty diapers that didn't get changed because his mother was always either out prostituting or too high.
Tyrone's memories were of living with his grandmother and having hot meals and a warm bed to sleep in. He went to church and was taught with loving care by someone who did it out of love and not just necessity.
But Scotty knew that one-day Tyrone would want to know who the person was that had given birth to him. And by the time he was old enough to make the decision on his own to visit her she would be long dead of the AIDS virus that was now ravaging her immune system.