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Letter from the prison.
Patricia, i know that i have not been there for you but it wasn’t my
fault, your mother must have told you so many strange things about me
but daughter, i am your father and i know that you are the only one who
will understand me, whatever time it take or whenever you see this mail,
always remember that i am the best father.
I loved your mother and we wanted to marry each other but somehow i found myself at the right place at the wrong time so the whole thing that followed afterward opened the gate of prison for me. It was an injustice and your mother knew it but she eventually abandoned me and eloped with Tim.
She brought you to me. You were cute and beautiful, just at three months yet you smiled like an Angel. That was the first and last time i saw you, 18th Nov 1979.Your birth uplifted me and made my twenty years imprisonment look like twenty minutes imprisonment, you brought joy into my shattered world but your mother took it all away.
I heard about your mother after ten years in jail and was also told that you were doing fine so when i got out of jail, i tried to contact your mother, all i wanted was you and nothing else but she tried to keep you away, Tim helped her conspire to blackmail me as a kidnapper knowing fully well that i already have a bad record.”EX CON”.
My dear, i did not pull the trigger that day, Tim brought out the pistol to shoot me but i overpowered him and the bullet that killed him was forced out of the pistol during our struggle. I know that everyone has despised me but as i wait for my execution, Patricia my daughter, i wish to let you know this and it is from the bottom of my broken heart.
It wasn’t my fault-I never did it
I was only protecting him
He shot the cop, he was young and selfish
I served fifteen years out of twenty
No one cared about me, my truth was a lie to them
Tim was set free and i suffered
He shot the cops, he was young and selfish
An injustice because i was poor
As you read this my beloved
As you try to figure out why
As you try to believe me
I would have been a good father
And would have given you the best
My heart is on this sheet and my blood is the ink
Become my Justice o become my light
Shine o Daughter, my love will always be with you
The injustice against me and my blood will guide you
Until we meet to part no more, remember this injustice
And do not forget number 4217.
After reading from my father for the first time, i felt the connection between us and realized that he was not the devil Mom told me he was, i arranged a lawyer for him, seeing him through the prison glass and hearing his voice over the mic changed my whole vision of him, I felt my father’s heart and saw the shepherd in his face.
He was retried and found not guilty for Tim’s murder.Thanks to the two witnesses who boldly came out and testified against Tim. Dad was innocent, he didn’t fire a shot and don’t
even know how to operate a gun.
He was awarded five million US dollars in damages. With me in the center of the scenario, Dad forgave Mom without an apology, he gave me the five million dollars.
Dream come true
One big family,
After their wedding,
we lived happily
Watched the money grow.
Dad later died of cancer
He was 63 years and i still remember
His prison number 4217.
It is just one big family