October 21, 2015
“Suddenly I felt the heat of his hand touch my shoulder. I looked up and there he was, staring at me. He smiled and I forced a smile back. My stomach dropped and the muscles in my throat tightened. His army green linen jumpsuit felt stiff on my face as we hugged uncomfortably. I closed my heavy eyes and inhaled, the scent of his cologne filled my nose.
I was 3 years old when my father was arrested. My memory of him is so blurred. My mother always reassured me, “Even though he is not physically here with you, when he was, you two were inseparable.” When she said this, I would roll my eyes. Here I was 13 years later visiting him at Green Haven Correctional Facility.“
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