One morning I was called to pick up my son at the school nurse’s office.
When I walked through the main entrance, I noticed a woman, curlers in her hair, wearing pajamas. “Why are you dressed like that?” I asked her.
“I told my son,” she explained, “that if he ever did anything to embarrass me, I would embarrass him back. He was caught cutting school. So now I’ve come to spend the day with him.”
Prison is just one word to you, but for some people, it’s a whole sentence.