In my sixty years of existence, I’ve never been as happy as I am today. My grandson is meeting me, after all! It’s a little sad at the same time. The fact that I can’t meet my grandson like other grans. Above all of that, the fact that I came to know about his where-abouts via my agents. Such a pity. Brings me back to the day when my Daughter was two...when her dad and I had a really bad fight. That dude wanted me to stop dealing drugs. How could I possibly have done that? And what was his income again? Zero. We’d have gone broke if not for the drugs. He said he’d expose me- big mistake. He did something that really pissed me off, you know? I kicked him real bad. Served him well. But who’d have known he was too weak to take that? I spent the rest of the years in jail and my daughter was taken away from me even before I could give her a part of my brain. And today, she’s in town again. After about twenty-two years. I’m out of prison too. Waiting for my grands...
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