Last Sunday

This is a short story I had to write for school awhile back. I decided to put it on here to see how it does.
Last Sunday is a historical fiction story about a young boy living in the 1960's, living with just his mother, as his father died yeas ago. His mother is a big believer in doing what is right, which is why she is always out protesting or boycotting whenever possible. She loves her son, but is also very overprotective of him.
Like I said before, this short story is totally made up for school, and I don't want to offend anyone or make any suggestions. We all know there are people out there who can turn even the most beautiful thing in the world into a hateful statement.
Wait. Don't assume that I'm one of those people who think they are the best no matter what. Please, I don't want to be thought of as that. I was just making a metaphor. Or is it an analogy? Or a-nevermind.
I hope you enjoy "Last Sunday".