Published by: Olivia
This young woman wrote about her grandmother´s pain for having a child locked up, her pain for not being able to hug her or give her advice or say “I love you.” Like many other girls, she feels tremendous guilt for the suffering of her grandmother, and remorse because she failed the person who had given her “everything for nothing,” who taught her good from bad. “I want to pay her back for all the time she had to come see me here.”
young woman, 18 years old
I have seen her sitting, crying in her stand, asking God to give me wisdom. I have seen her telling people that despite what gossipers say I am her daughter. I have seen her imagining me free with a new life, with new goals. I have seen her remembering the past, when I came from school to be with her in the stand. I have seen her looking at my pictures and saying she never imagined her daughter would end up in a place like this. I have seen her looking at my dolls and remembering when I was little. I have seen her trying to be strong when she sees my things in boxes, waiting for the day I touch them again. I have seen her making the food that she used to make me, (sometimes I ate it all and didn’t leave her anything). Now she eats alone. I have seen her alone in the house, coming home only to eat and sleep. And her sadness is my sadness.