Boys being boys?
A small boy sits on the school steps, alone. He hides his face on his folded arms – all that’s visible are scabby 7-year-old knees and a head freshly shaved convict-short. Lice, maybe? Or an attempt to fix a botched haircut?
I’ve never seen a sadder face. It’s misery for the child on that step – and I can see why.