Prison Riot
It was a typical day: count inmates, watch inmates, direct inmates, and count again. My post for the day was the chow hall. I counted, I watched, I directed. In the middle of the...
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My Last Birthday Dinner With Him
It was my tenth birthday, and my mom’s recently estranged husband, Chad, took me out to dinner. He was the only other man in my life besides my biological father that I called dad....
With a Side of Hope
I was always on edge with my mother’s emotions; even at eight years old, I knew something was different today. We were in the prettiest, cleanest house I had ever seen and got to...