I never shared anything this personal with anyone, so I hope you enjoy it. A meaningful memory to me is when I was 5. I was so obsessed with my mother that one day, she tried to leave with a friend. I tried to chase the car, but I was too far and they left without me. I cried and kicked and screamed until my uncle came to get me. But the moral of the story is I was crazy about my mother, and that’s when I knew I experienced real love (and pain at the same time). It has always stuck with me: that memory. I do not know the reason, but it always has, and it is personal to me. So when I get sad in this place, I think about it because it was a happy time. I was also innocent, so it was genuine to me. I am from Chicago, Illinois. I will soon turn 43. My birthday is on Halloween. It’s such a blessing that people out there still care about us that are behind bars, and do not look at us as numbers or animals, so thank you for that.
God bless.
