my dad was my favorite person in the world i looked up 2 him and everything he was my hero and at age 9 he went to prison he got 14 years served 8 for good behavior i thought my life was at the end my mom brought me 2 see my dad for the last time at the jail be for he got his sentence standing behind a bared window in a orange jumpsuit i never cried that hard in my entire live if i knew that was gonna be the last time i would of been able 2 see him or write him i would of said so much more he wasent allowed no contact with any one who was younger then 18 and i had a lot of years left well be for we left the jail mom told me to wait in the waiting area while she talked 2 him its crazy i still dont know what she said and it still bothers me now that im older and hesitance out of prison i feel like hesitance a stranger to me i still want my old dad back he doesn't act like how i use 2 know him he dont look like how i remember him he dont make me feel the same and i guess you can say i hate him for that i hate what he took away from me i just want the way i remember him back but i will never get that now if only i can accept it maybe i would feel better | 
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