is your mother in good health, mista ? do you still talk to her ?
Ask About Ms.Mista (accepting)
“What’s the saying? Healthy as a horse, or whatever?” the question at first seemed innocent enough but it was the follow up that caused him to be dismissive. In truth, Mista hasn’t seen his Mother since that day he stepped into Buccallati’s car a year ago.
To this day Ms.Mista believes without a doubt in her heart her son acted in justice. That because of his rash decision making a woman is alive. She did everything in her power to get her son justice but alas, a Mothers hope couldn’t go against the damning evidence piled against her child. His life was sentenced and there was no light in sight.
Yet, she continued to pray.
Every time her hand rested over her heart she prayed to whoever could hear her to save her son. Unfortunately, we may get what we wanted, by not the way we wanted.
Never before had she rushed to quickly to her son. Outside the courthouse, Mista remembers a choice he had to make. Between going back in or serving out his life sentence a free man. He saw the relief on his Mothers face twist into anguish once more then to pleading on her knees to a man in a zippered suit. To even imagine her in such a way turned his face, pressing his lip tightly at the memory.
That was the last time he saw her, the last time he felt her arms wrap tightly around her, and heard her voice choking back tears saying how much she loves him.
It was dangerous to keep seeing her, he was told by the man who took him down a new path. But he felt the ache in every muscle. In the last five-ish years he hadn’t come home, caused countless authorities to show up at her home, and now this. He didn’t want to keep hurting her like this but he had a debt to pay. There had to be a compromise, right? Something that could ease this stabbing guilt pricing through his ribcage...
“Nah, not really” he lied, recalling her last letter. Tucked under his usual seat at his favorite movie theater he’d find a note from her, usually on the 3rd or 5th of every month. It was a response to one he’d leave before. A way for the two of them to stay in contact even if they could never be face to face ever again.
He smiled, “But I’m sure she’s fine.”
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