When I got arrested, it was not for something that had never happened.
I had a broken hip and my hip was dislocated.
It was a real life nightmare.
I was a child, and my mom was an addict.
I just couldn’t handle the pain.
I had a few drinks at a bar and was going to go home, but then a friend told me, “Hey, I want to give you some help.”
I didn’t have any money and I wasn’t sure if it was legal, but I told her, “I’ll give you my money and you can help me find a place to stay.”
So she went back and called up my family and told them that I was going out to a motel.
So my mom and dad and I were staying at the motel for three nights.
I thought, Oh, I am so lucky.
I got out of jail in two days.
I went to the local grocery store and bought some diapers.
I remember getting a little bit of cash for them.
I would say, “Mom, we are going to have to stay in this hotel.”
I could barely breathe because of the pain I had.
I felt like a prisoner.
I couldn’t talk to anyone, I could only see my mom through the window and hear her scream.
I knew that I couldn