She fell asleep, dreaming as she did every night. The picture of the boy of her dreams slipped under her pillow after one last glance. This was the nightly routine of fourteen year old Francesca, a lonely girl in a poor neighborhood with only fantasy and dreams to make her life worthwhile.
Francesca’s parents were good people, just extremely poor, both working labor jobs in the small town. They were similar to most parents, wanting the best for their daughter, but unable to help her.
Francesca often visited the local grocery to peruse teen magazines, where she found her “dreamboy”.