Father In Jail Narrative

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I was twelve years old when my dad was arrested for drug dealing. My dad and I never had a close bond like my little brothers do and it was always bothered me a little. I know he feels bad that our father son relationship is not as good as my brothers but he also felt bad that he lost two years of my childhood. He did not want to do the same to my brothers so he has tried his hardest to be in their lives as much as possible. My dad is six feet tall and is built, but while in jail he was skinny. His hair was long and black and his hair was braided into corn rolls. He was wearing the ugly blue green jumpsuit that the jail provided. My dad always wore a white shirt underneath the jumpsuit. To complement his jumpsuit he wore the black rubber jailhouse sandals. …show more content…

First you walk into the room with the guard sitting behind the window and wait for him to buzz us in. Then you walk into the visiting room where there was grey square plastic tables and black chairs. At the front of the room was a guard siting at the table watching over all of the visitors and inmates. Then in the back of the room there was two bathrooms, one for the visitors and the other for the inmates. My family and I are assigned a table and we wait for my dad to come in. While in jail my dad cut hair when he was there. I would get my hair cut when I went to visit and sit in the visiting room with my dad. When he was lining up my head focusing on the line I could hear him breath deeply. As he is cutting my hair his hands are gently moving my head in better positions for him. For the only time I asked my dad why he was put in jail. He said "I was doing bad things and the bad things I did had consequences that allow me to not be in your life right now." I curiously responded with "what was the bad thing you

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