Pacing this hallway. I don’t deserve to be here. I need to be home with my baby. I’m missing a big part of his early life. I must be with baby. I must be with baby.
My thoughts drifted to the phone call I had with my wife earlier. I heard her voice. I heard her voice after months being locked up. I asked how is her, she said she’s fine. I asked her about baby, she said baby is doing good. She said if I came out, we’ll go to Hawaii. Go to Hawaii and spend the time with the family. I called my parent abroad. ‘Dad, I need to be out. I’m fine now. I’m taking my medicines and I’m having my shots’. ‘Mom, I need to be out. I need to be with my baby. I’m missing a big part of his life. He needs a father and I want to be with him. I mustn’t be doing this call but I want to talk to you. You sent me here July and you’re already there this August. What’s up with that? You locked me up and then you just left me?’
Pacing back and forth on this hallway. I literally don’t deserve this. I need to be discharged. I need to be home. Be home for my baby. I must be with baby. I’m missing big.
