Epilogue
Eight months has passed since I lost my mother, I was alone, depressed all the time. I had lost and gained so much in my thirty-five years. I went from making lots of money, wearing fancy clothes, and driving the most expensive cars to wearing a burgundy issue prison uniform. I had survived being in prison for eleven years because I was serving time with my mom but now that she was gone I had nothing.
Yes, I still had my children, but they were slowly moving on with their lives. They were writing me as frequently and when I called their cell phones they barely answered. I couldn’t blame them, I let them down in so many ways. I couldn’t expect them to wait for me when I got out of prison. They weren’t my priority when I was free, and now I’m not their priority.
I still have Kela
