Money Bags

Thoughts

Kalani

I sat at the lunch table and played with my food as my mind began to wonder. It had been a year and two months since I had last seen my kids and Maurice. I missed them so much. My heart ached at the thought of them probably forgetting about me. Leaving me and my child here to rot.

Yep that's right, I had a baby. A couple weeks after I arrived here I found out I was a month and a half pregnant. I cried for days wondering how i was going to raise my child in this hellhole.

Luckily the people here are somewhat kind and helped me along the way. But now since i may never get out of here, they are going to send my child to an adoption center. I have to give her up tomorrow.

I cleared my throat and blinked away the tears as I snapped back to reality.

( next day )

Salty tears streamed down my face as I gave my baby a thousand kisses.

"Ok ma'am that's enough. Time to let her go."

I held on tighter as baby girl stared into my eyes smiling so innocently. She had no clue this would be the last memory of me.

With one last hug I let her go and watched her struggle to get back in my arms.

My vision became blurry as I zoned out and welcomed the suicidal thoughts in my skull. There is nothing left to live for now.

After being transported back to my cell, I sat for hours thinking of ways to kill myself.

My thoughts were disturbed by a voice.

"Ms. Davis!" one of the guards screamed in my ear.

"Yes?"

" I've been calling you for 10 minutes! I said, you're free to go. Your daughter is in the nursery." she flashed me a quick smile before leaving.