Love

The little boy stared unseeing at his mother, eyes wide and confused, his clothes were torn and dirty , dirt Streaked his face. He didn't understand what was going on but the one name on his head was the name he had heard his father say before the cops led him away " Juan Santiago " . Juan Santiago was by far the most richest man in the country and in a little child's mind, he was the richest in the world. His family was known for their money and fame and the fact that they were one of the earliest settlers in the country, they were into everything from household to machinery and they provided jobs for people, they were the messiah's of el Salvador. But there were also whispers of the dirty deeds of Juan, whispers that sometimes sounded like truths but were often overlooked because of the Santiago's social standing, truths that were regarded as lies and bad gossips. One man knew of it and they sought to silence him and they succeeded without knowing of the evidence the man left behind. The boy looked at the world with new eyes, it was evil and corrupting, he made up his mind to be the one to bring the Santiago's to justice , in his twelve year old mind, he already knew what he was going to do and how to go about it, justice won't be still anymore, he was going to make sure he made them pay for everything they had done to his family and the people of el Salvador. He looked at his mother who sat on the floor weeping over the lifeless body of her husband, she looked older than her age after having to go through emotional stress ever since the day her first child was found dead in a motel. He walked to her and knelt beside her, taking her in his arms " we will make them pay " he promised.