The boy sat hunched over, looking at the floor, his arms crossed and his hands clenched on his knees. A good-looking kid, with the round face of a child and light brown hair, this boy was one step away from being charged with breaking and entering.
"He stole from me. He stole from my wife," the boy's uncle said to the dozen people sitting in a circle on hard plastic chairs in an empty room that happened to be available on a weekday morning last June.
"This hurt. It hurt," Uncle said, shaking his head, looking down at the floor himself. The boy stole his wife's jewelry. Stole from his own family.
"He stepped on me and gave me no respect in my own home."
" I'm not going to tell him I don't want him around. I love him dearly. But trust?" Uncle said. "He squashed that. Totally squashed that."
The boy covered his face with his hands and put his head down in his lap.
The family might have dealt with it without calling the law, but then the boy was caught with items stolen from a neighbor.
[For more of this story, written by Christine Parrish, go to http://freepressonline.com/mai...&ArticleID=37866]
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