Sharlene Alba

I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to feel seeing my father for the first time since the day they locked him up for good. I didn’t feel the familiar rage I’d been carrying around all these years. Pity was also not part of the equation as I watched the guards haul him into the visiting area and push him down onto the table as they un-cuffed him. I was numb from head to toe. I believe this is what Susie would call a defense mechanism. I couldn’t let a single word this man would say get to me today. I couldn’t take anything personal. I was here for one thing and one thing only. I needed information and that was all this needed to be. A cordial transaction.