Emma Gomez Pray As soon as she sat down she bowed her head and raised her hand to her face. The doors shut and we all continued on our separate destinations together. The expression on her face was of agony and sorrow. She was probably thinking of him. Maybe she was reminding herself of the pain he went through for her, and all the others like her. A man banged his hand, but we did not stop. We kept moving ahead at a slow velocity. I turned my attention back to the woman in the front seat. I don't bow my head before a meal anymore. In my old neighborhood I was a sell out, and a sinner. I chose not to go to catechism school. We come to a complete stop I get off on Douglas and start walking up the hill. I turn the key and walk in. "Hi mijita," she says to me. "Hi ama," I say to her. I am now in my room with my knees on the floor. My head is down--I clasp my hands.