Chapter 6

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I went to Dawn's trial for death row. Her son was about two years old now, and he was there with his dads. When Dawn entered the room with chained feet, and hands with an orange jumpsuit, it looked so weird because she was so ugly looking. The room fell silent until a young boy with brown hazel eyes, and dark brown with hints of red in his hair shouted "MOMMY". Dawn looked over and it was her son. She teared up. You could see the pain and guilt in her eyes.

The trial felt as if it went on forever, and all I wanted to do was hand her book as I promised. She did not know I was there until the judge finally rolled the answer. The room was completely silent every was on edge. We were all watching the judge's reaction he read the letter from the jury, but as always he had no emotion on his face as reading. We all locked eyes with him, because the courtroom was filled exactly fifty-fifty with she should de be sentenced to death or a fixed sentence in maximum prison.

He looked up at the courtroom and said "The jury finds Dawn Leigh McGafee to NOT be sentenced to death by lethal injection, but sentenced for a fixed amount of years in maximum prison. I sentenced you to fifteen to life." then he hit his gavel on the desk. Half of the room roared with joy which contained her siblings, her son, and his dads. The other half were Amy's parents and siblings. Her son ran up to her and tried to hug her goodbye. The guards stopped him, but his dads came running behind him screaming "let him through that is her son." Dawn teared up and nodded yes. Her son ran even faster to her. She picked up and kissed him on the cheek and whispered "I love you Matthan"

Matthan means a gift or hope in the English language. That is what Dawn exactly had. She may have been a mass murderer, but that doesn't take away from the person she really was. You see I found this out after our interview, she never shared this with me. I reached out to her son's dad and they told me this. Dawn was a great mother besides being in prison. She was a wonderful artist, she always sent her son drawings, and little toys she made with straws. She always made sure she called to tell him goodnight. She always arranged times for them to visit her. She always supported him through the bars, and he is lucky because most people who are incarcerated do not even keep up. 

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