She sat in the small plain visiting room like she had done every Sunday for the past year, waiting and wondering if she would be able to see her son this week. It was his birthday today and she wasn’t going to miss another one. As she sat there staring at the clock on the wall and watching moms and dads come and go behind the locked door she wondered if he had done something wrong again blowing her chance of seeing him. Anxiously waiting for her visit, she receives a phone call phone from her daughter who just got in a fight with her boyfriend begging her to come get her. The door opens and the guard walks out and says, “Mrs. Jones, come this way.”
Cheryl Currin
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Good job of posting, Cheryl.
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