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still want to see Dad. I only seen him twice since he been locked up.”
     
    “ Give me some time and I will take you and Monica down to see him. But I got to get going before I miss that bus.” I double-backed to my room to grab my key before I left.
     
    Before I shut the door Li’l Bo yelled at me, “Yo, this some bullshit. I got to be a man in this neighborhood, Mya. FUCK!” he screamed.
     

Chapter 5
     
    While sitting in the phone booth stall waiting for my dad to be brought out, I felt a little nervous. My hands started to sweat, and I wished they would hurry up and bring him out. I have a lot on my mind, and sitting here is racking my nerves. Nobody in their right mind would like sitting between two walls. It feels like this stall is closing in on me. For a moment I feel my chest is getting tight, like I’m about to lose my breath. I squeezed both of my hands into fists to help with the anxiety.
     
    I finally saw him being escorted my way by one of the guards on duty. He reached out and touched the window with both hands. Since he was convicted of several murders, he was in a maximum security prison. That means no physical contact with the inmate. So we only get to see each other through this fucking glass.
     
    “ Baby girl, I been missing you!” He smiled at me.
     
    The window was soundproof so I could only read his lips. I stood up and put both of my hands on the window to match his. For a moment we just gaped at each other before we picked up the phones. I could feel my heart breaking all over again. I even think it skipped a beat.
     
    “ Hey, Daddy,” I all but whispered into the phone receiver. I tried to control my tears, but they just started rolling down my face.
     
    “ Come on, baby girl. You can do this. Tell me what’s up.”
     
    “ I just don’t know what to do anymore. Everything is harder than ever, and I’m trying to be strong, Daddy, but I’m only seventeen, and a girl at that.” I wiped the tears off my face with the back of my hand.
     
    “ Mya, look at me. I’m sorry the way I left things, but I couldn’t control that,” he pleaded.
     
    That statement is complete bull to me. And even more it just made me angry. “You could have controlled it. Everyone has a choice of how they live their life. I’m only seventeen, and even I know that. For all the dope you served on the streets, we don’t have shit now. You left us flat broke. No house, no cars, not even an ounce of coke to sell. So what was it all for? We have nothing to show except a father in prison and a mother on crack. Maybe instead of selling crack, you and your beautiful wife should’ve had a legit job. At least we would have our parents.” I felt a lump growing in my throat, and I could barely breathe so I lay down the phone.
     
    He pointed at the phone for me to pick it back up. I stalled for a few seconds before I picked it up.
     
    “ You have every right to be angry at me. I know that. I beat myself up every day knowing how y’all out there suffering. But the feds took everything.” His voice started to get choked up so he stalled. Then he cleared his throat and continued.
     
    “ I had money set up in a bank account for us to move and get that new house out in the Auburn Hills suburbs. I knew that would at least get us out of the heart of the projects. And being stupid I had money in safes around the house. They found all that money. I fucked up; I was just used to things being the way it had always been. Used to livin’ the good life. I was just too caught up into gettin’ money. The whole time I was out there in the streets I never made one good decision, and baby girl, I had been in the streets a long time. I had been dealing for almost twenty years. I thought I was on top. But it wasn’t until I noticed all the young cats coming into the game around me, making moves and getting up out of the projects that I knew I needed to make a move. That’s when I decided to get y’all up outta there,