The last time I wrote to you, I told you of the heaviness I feel in my soul and of the strong feeling that there was something I was forgetting. I remembered today, just as I was speaking to the lawyer about Blessing.
“I know my rights” “I have the right to a phone call” All of those sentences only work in the movies, father. They only laughed in my face when I said it. “Who are you?” “Who is your Father” they screamed as they beat me to confession.