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“Inmate Gold, it’s time to go. Fold your sheets on the bed and come with me,” said the corrections officer.
“Yes sir,” I responded.
It was hard to believe that a month had passed in jail. It had been the longest month of my life. I missed my wife so much. She was due any day now, and I didn’t want to miss the birth of our baby boys.
“Mr. Gold, you’re free to go. You can collect your property at the window outside this door.”
“Thank you, officer.”
I grabbed my stuff and walked out the jail doors.
“Ricky.” Jazmine waived.
I ran up and gave her a hug and a kiss. “I can barely get my arms around you. You’re growing.”
Luckily, I was able to avoid the media because the jail released me two days prior to the scheduled release date.
Today I was happy that we had a car. Sometimes I won
