The first sound I heard was the officer unlocking the door at 6:00a.m. Then the room light partially blinded me when it came on. That brought me up. There was no rush because chow was still over 30 minutes away, so I had time to examine my thoughts.
Foremost on my mind was deciding who I'd call, my girlfriend or my mom. My girlfriend and I got into an argument last month that I still haven't fully recovered from. My feelings were hurt, but I'm not ready to throw in the towel. This relationship is a blessing. It's an opportunity for me to feel deep emotions, an opportunity most prisoners don't have. It's a test at times, but it's one I prayed for. I just get down on myself because I wish I could be giving much more. There is still no guarantee of when I'm coming home. After three years, it takes a special woman to still leave the porch light on. I'm blessed.
Guess I know who I'll call...