Regretful Past
I glared at the steel bars
that separated me from my family. I surveyed my cell seeing the tallies
covering the walls. I looked under the bed and took out a mauve
colored letter from my children. I regret that day when I broke into that
house. I got caught in the act by a boy who was getting a midnight
snack. The boy grabbed carrots out his fridge and started throwing
them at me, screaming and crying for his dad. I became tearful, and
before I knew it, tears streamed down my cheeks. I slowly put the letter
under the bed.
