I got arrested days before Christmas when my kid was 5. How it changed me
Briefly

"Her voice was bright and full of joy. It took my breath away. But as I sat on the cold cement bench of a jail cell, gripping the phone, her words felt like shards of glass slicing through me."
"I prayed to God every night, begging for a second chance. I promised to do better - to be the mother Kristil needed and deserved. But this wasn't the first time I'd made such a promise."
"I knew the statistics: Children born to single mothers and incarcerated fathers were more likely to live in poverty, struggle in school and end up in trouble with the law themselves. I swore Kristil wouldn't be one of those statistics."
"When J. first got out, it seemed possible. I believed prison had rehabilitated him, and we could finally be a family, with two of us loving and supporting Kristil."
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