ROSANGRACIE

Jean was born into a broken family. The usual slut mom and alcoholic father, drug addict sibling. And like any other normal thirteen-year-old boy, he ran away. He did it gladly. But, where was a boy to go? Damn, he didn’t know, he just wanted to get as far away from that godforsaken home as possible. So he stayed from place to place. Hiding out in sheds, in an empty dumpster, behind an old building, and on occasions, in the woods. One day, he was sitting on the curb of a crowded town. It was more of a market, with venders running to and fro with goods to trade or buy off each other. He stayed there to just watch the people pass by, it