"tell me again about the boy you love?"
sam sat still. he looked at the statue of the virgin mary surrounded by flowers.
"he's funny and he plays with me at recess and he has these really cool dinosaur toys and he wants to be an astronaut and-"
his mother's laugh echoed in his head. he could almost hear her again if he focused enough.
he looked down at the rosary in his hands. his knuckles were cracked and bleeding, his nails broken and his skin tanned. he didn't belong here. he didn't belong anywhere.
