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Through the looking glass...
My son goes to prison in 5 days... Everyone sees the man who steals and uses heroin and fetty...
I see the sweet, gentle, loving boy I raised.
When I visit him in jail, behind the looking glass is not that man you see.
To me it's that 10 year old boy who sang "beautiful" by eminem when I was having a bad day. I see the 5 year old who started climbing cliffs on camping trips while I held my breath, I see the 12 year old who loved to bmx and was an amazing parkour, I see the 9 year old who was filled with excitement when he got to meet mike row from dirty jobs and be behind the scenes. I see thel 7 year old sledding down the hill with a huge grin whose picture was on the front page of the steamboat pilot. I see the teenager who tried so hard to help me and his brother survive on the streets and find food in dumpsters. I see the 15 year old who came and took his brother from me off the streets to give him a better life. I see my beautiful newborn as he is being placed in my arms for the first time. I see Brandon Scott Mustagog one of the most amazing talented human beings I have ever met. I see my son whom I love with everything in me. I know you can not see these things. I know you only see heroin, fentanyl and crime. But please when you speak of my son keep all of these things in mind.
L. Mack
2/2/19
I see the sweet, gentle, loving boy I raised.
When I visit him in jail, behind the looking glass is not that man you see.
To me it's that 10 year old boy who sang "beautiful" by eminem when I was having a bad day. I see the 5 year old who started climbing cliffs on camping trips while I held my breath, I see the 12 year old who loved to bmx and was an amazing parkour, I see the 9 year old who was filled with excitement when he got to meet mike row from dirty jobs and be behind the scenes. I see thel 7 year old sledding down the hill with a huge grin whose picture was on the front page of the steamboat pilot. I see the teenager who tried so hard to help me and his brother survive on the streets and find food in dumpsters. I see the 15 year old who came and took his brother from me off the streets to give him a better life. I see my beautiful newborn as he is being placed in my arms for the first time. I see Brandon Scott Mustagog one of the most amazing talented human beings I have ever met. I see my son whom I love with everything in me. I know you can not see these things. I know you only see heroin, fentanyl and crime. But please when you speak of my son keep all of these things in mind.
L. Mack
2/2/19
Published 10th Jul 2024
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10th Jul 2024 8:57am
Hello
This was a touching piece. A picture to paint a thousand words. Nothing is ever what it seems, alas too many will judge the book by its cover. A fine imprint you left us here to read of a mothers love for her son, all the best
Rianne
This was a touching piece. A picture to paint a thousand words. Nothing is ever what it seems, alas too many will judge the book by its cover. A fine imprint you left us here to read of a mothers love for her son, all the best
Rianne
10th Jul 2024 11:34am
