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I went the following day and I met my dad at the prison ,he had an orange jump suit in and he looked a bit sickly and weak, don't they feed them in the prison? .

"Oh my god! Corey is that you?"..

He was brought to us the waiting room by a guard, who handcuffed one of his hand to the table, treating him like a common criminal.

"Yes, This is our son, Corey"...

Mom placed her hand on my shoulder, gently breaking the bones in my body..

I was too overwhelmed to say anything, even after mom had given me the opportunity to say to my old man, someone I was made to be believe was dead for so many years

"Corey.... How are you my son".

Dad extended his hand, touching me on the cheeks, the one that wasn't handcuffed to the table.

"I'm good, how are you?". I asked him back the same question, the news was yet to overwhelming for me...

Dad saw that and doesn't say anything much, his loving eyes were just as I remembered growing up as a child, however, he's now old and a little bit unfit for his