April 09, 2012 12:36:24 AM
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Najyah
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It is four in the morning..
The phone rings..
Hey Mom it’s me, Mario..
I’m sorry. I am in jail..
She feels pain in her heart..
Like she is falling apart ..
What happened?
Her eyes are full of tears..
Her soul is in pain..
She doesn’t understand..
All she wants is to bring her son home..
He can’t talk..
Full of shame and regret..
She can’t say anything..
Her son..
She would do anything for him..
Every penny she has..
Every cent his dad left..
She hurries to her secret spot..
Where she keeps her savings..
Not a metal safe..
Not a wooden box..
But a simple red thermos..
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