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Children of a Forgotten Tomorrow: Part 5

A teenage girl with a bandaged brow sits on the floor of a dim apartment beside a duffel bag filled with glowing computer towers and cables. Snow drifts outside the window where parallel train tracks fade into the distance. A McDonald’s visor and a bike helmet rest near her in the cold blue light.

The Blows at Home follows Doc as violence inside her house erupts into open daylight. A ringing phone, a flash of temper, a blow that leaves blood and a scar. She walks away and learns survival by repetition: the salt of McDonald’s fries, the hum of the fryer, the long bike rides between school and work. Winter hardens around her, teachers give up, friends drift. When petty crime and hunger meet pride, she turns a failed burglary into proof that she can master the system that once mastered her.

Children of a Forgotten Tomorrow: Part 4

Inside a rusted brick pumping station at sunset, three teens stand among massive green pumps and broken rails as light filters through cracked windows.

In The Sky and the Blows, the trio’s fragile friendship begins to fracture inside the humming shell of an abandoned pumping station. René’s jokes curdle into dangerous ideas, Peachy flirts with faith and self-destruction, and Doc clings to machinery as proof that order still exists. Between thunderclaps, flashbacks, and a final accident that draws blood and silence, childhood collapses into something heavier and irrevocably adult.

Children of a Forgotten Tomorrow: Part 3

An abandoned house marked “HQ” stands among black reeds and oil-slick puddles in a poisoned marsh, its porch collapsing under the gray spring light.

In The Superfund Spring, the thaw comes everywhere but the old dump site where Doc, Peachy, and René discover their so-called HQ—a crumbling house surrounded by poisoned marsh. What begins as another reckless adventure turns grim as they piece together the truth: they’ve built their clubhouse on a wound in the earth. Between blackened reeds, rainbow-slick water, and relics of lives long gone, laughter turns to unease. It’s the moment when childhood curiosity meets the adult realization that some places remember what was done to them.

ICE Should be for Drinks :-P

A Hispanic teen holds an American flag and watched 4th of July fireworks from behind a chain link detention center fence

So last week, ICE got to my daughter’s friend and arrested him. He has been in the US since he was a toddler. He was enrolled in DACA and had a social security number, and that’s what they used to…