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“I can say that I don’t know how she did it,” said Stephen Burnett, whose son, Stephen Jr., attended high school with Jamison, and whose families have grown close. “A lot of folks would have just folded and said, ‘Hey, I’m done,’ and just let it take its course, but she’s doing great.”

When Jamison was younger, he’d sleep at a friend’s house, make his bed in the morning and make the friend’s bed as well. Surveying his unkempt apartment Monday morning, Barnes-Davis prodded her son to keep the place orderly. Humbled, he nodded and walked in the other direction.

Jamison likes his independence, but he has already begun thinking about next August, when the lease on his apartment is up. He figures if he rents a two-bedroom apartment, his mother won’t have to sleep on the pullout sofa when she visits.

When they were younger, Jamison and his siblings didn’t always have the nicest things, but they learned how to take care of what they did have.

“He’s definitely a momma’s boy,” Barnes-Davis said. “He aggravates me to death, but no matter where he’s at, I’ve always told him that no matter what he’s doing, I’m going to be right there to support him 100 percent.”