a dream... city

there is an imaginary city like a cross between chicago and new york and there is a family two parents and two children the mom is relatively absent because her work takes her from the house frequently the dad is the stay at home
the daughter is about 5th grade the son is about 10 and he is the son of the dad's sister and this family adopted them they go through their stuff
the daughter feels forgotten by her mom and one night seaks out to meet a boy and that goes very wrong... welcome to the real world...
and at some point they are in a church catholic and the son is on a lower level and he celebrates the mass more like a baptist and waves up to the dad...
btw
the camera is a character ... it doesnt have any of that irritating camera movement but it would go in for some conspiratorial shots and the dad explains that the son celebrates differently and that is okay i guess the son seems the happiest and then a... two more things when the mom gets home from work or a business trip, the daughter finds relief in her being there and another thing is that at some point, there is a lot of graffiti on a wall and the son decides that he is going to paint over it and does so with a really bright color... eventually the neighborhood has been repainted with bright and muted colors... like whole sides of buildings... not like rainbows then at the end the son is running with his roller down the street
and he is calling out a sonnet that is memorized and the sonnet is probably made up and is about colors and what they are as he runs he is painting leaving a trail of color from the roller on buildings and the street and he passes an area where there are two people sitting on a bench... he turns the corner and sees a fountain that is frozen and runs toward it the women on the bench knows the sonnet and begins to call it out with him he gets to the fountain which is dripping a little and is crying and saying the sonnet the paint roller keeps going on its own... like a broom in fantasia
and the woman is holding the boy

"where did you learn that where did you learn that?"
she says
and he tells her its from his mother

the color and style look like a julie taymore production
and that was the dream or most of it