I used to work at a library, and most of the people that visited were there for public funds.
I never stored things like an apple or a soda for my children when I was in prison.
I had a friend in there who would stash away anything that came her way for her children, even a piece of candy.
She did so because she was aware of her parents’ financial situation.
I know my parents are simple people too, but I’m sure my sister treated my children as if they were her own.

When they visited me, I would bring a soda can with me so we could share it together.
The one thing I smuggled out of jail was cigarettes.
I worked and I knew that my father was a simple man.
He took care of my children’s tuition.

When did I go through a hard time and feel sorry for my children?
When my father passed away, because the amount of kindness he had in his heart was unparalleled.
He was especially kind to me and my children.
When he passed away, I started asking myself, “What am I going to do? What’s going to happen to my children?”