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I felt like I could breathe once again. The open air made me feel as if I were a fish back in water after being on land for a long time. I could feel the sun warming my pale face. The brightness was overwhelming compared to my old dark, damp room. It was hard to describe the happiness that flowed through my body as I saw cars and young children once more. I could smell the aroma of hot dogs and coffee instead of the horrible stench of leftover food from last night. I could hear the buzz of people talking and giggling of happy mothers. This was a great improvement to the ‘drip, drip, drip’ of my broken tap that I fell asleep to each night on the cold, hard concrete ‘bed’ I was allocated.

I was greeted with the love and affection of my family that I had not seen for the five years, two months and seventeen days I was locked up. It was a definite thing that I would not miss the aggression and anger that the people in there live off. People full of hate.

I felt my mother’s soft, but slightly cracked, lips press against my rough cheek. I held her tightly and sensed a tear fall from her eye and onto my clothes near my chest. I was greeted with warm hugs and wet kisses but the one thing that lingered in the back of my mind through all of this was my father. After all this time, he had not come to forgive me, but instead, he had disowned me and loathed my existence. I guess I could not change any of this but I was just thankful that my mother, through my whole twenty-nine years of living, stuck with me, through thick and thin and was glad to welcome me back home.

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