“Mom…Mom….” *the pitch rises* “Mooom” screams Riley from the
garage like room
“Yes, Riley?”
“I need a Holowine costume. Everyone in school is talking
about it”
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“Its Haloween and honey, you know we don’t have that kind of
money”
“But, we have all this trinkets, these twine and sea things, make something for me”
“But, we have all this trinkets, these twine and sea things, make something for me”
Mom resigned to Riley’s innocence
“OK, I will make a mermaid costume for you”
“Yay, Now I will feel a part of my friends and not lonely as
usual”
“Are you lonely?” asks mom
“I have no friends; they say I’m not one of them”
That evening a mother hugged her child with tears in her
eyes in the dim light of the refugee camp
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