soft WAVES were rolling into shore, a young mexican boy setting about three feet away, his feet buried in the sand. he frowned at the package in his hand, oozing green liquid. surely his mother must have tried to send him green jello without consulting someone from the kitchen. the notion brought a s o f t smile to his lips. oh, how he missed her. it was very unsettling, not knowing if his parents were dead or alive and after the news tonight, he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t homesick. someone approaching made him look up. a quick smile flashing. ❛ it’s better if you don’t ask... ❜ he trails off, wrinkling his nose in distaste at the green substance covering his fingers.









