Family Relations

By Anonymous

The work that I do is rigorous. I have changed, but you haven’t. When you look at me, you see who I used to be.

And that couldn’t be further from the truth.

When I come home, it will be me that cuts you off. Yes, there is the stigma of prison. But shouldn’t there be one about staying the same?

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