IT’S RAINING. SEEM like the windows is crying it’s pouring so hard. The driver says it won’t last. I’m back in my seat all by myself, so I hope it do. Crying while it rains reminds me of home. Coloring does too. So, that’s what I do: cry and color with my jacket hanging over my head. I don’t know what started it. Maybe it’s because of what that girl April said. “Those kids are lucky. She seems like a good mother.” She was talking about Mrs. Rodriguez. Which made me think about my JuJu. She the only mother I got now. And when your mother don’t want you—whether she birthed you or not—it make you feel real bad—hopeless.