Charles Marsden

Jalil's Story

Jalil sat, leaned against the cold brick wall at the far end of Chisolm park; his knees to his chest, head in his hands, doing his best to keep passerby’s from seeing his tears and heaving chest, the obvious outward signs of his sobbing. He wasn’t sure he could withstand the ridicule he felt would inevitably come from seeing one of the neighborhoods cool guys crying like a baby. He closed his eyes, tried not to think any more about the people that may or may not see him in this state and let his mind drift back to the last time he and his twin sister, Mya, came to Chisolm park together.