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Monday, November 25, 2013
Friday, November 15, 2013
100 Words: David
The boy with the mohawk, tattoos, safety pin in his ear
called yesterday from his cousin's cellphone. He's stuck in Nebraska, no ticket
home.
He's called a few times, so I know he's desperate to get
back where he belongs. Usually, I get a quick message on Facebook. “Hi, mom. I’m
still alive!” When he calls, he knows I can hear the homesickness in his voice.
I'm no rookie. This is a tactic to get money.
In my mind, he’ll appreciate being home much more if he has
to work a little harder to get here.
It's a tough call.
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