For Whom The Bell Tolls

Sunday morning came again
A small child, no older than ten years old, pulled a black t-shirt over his head, and tried to act calm, for today was a very special day. It was his last Sunday in Mexico, before they moved to the United States. There he would start school, and try to be a normal kid. He wandered out of his room and sat in the living room, flipping through the channels on the TV, stopping on MTV.

His mother, having heard the child's favorite music blare from the TV, called to him to get breakfast. "Hayashi, if you want any prayer of food today, get in here now!" of course it was a joke, but her attitude was serious as can be.

Hayashi sped ate, and ran outside to play before he had to leave the town forever.