I am full of trepidation. My heart palpitates in my chest. I’m incredibly anxious because…well…I…
So in honor of family day, before I meet with the largest mob boss in the city, my girlfriend’s dad, I’ve decided to visit my own.
I slowly walk up to the large, dark brick building, staring up at the gothic stonework and archways that tower over the entrance.
A few minutes later I’ve cleared security and entered a room full of stiff plastic chairs and glass dividers. My father, Bill, holds a phone behind a pane of bulletproof glass. He looks like an older, sadder version of me. An older, skinnier, wrinkly, shorter-haired, sadder version of me.
“It’s nice to see you Joey, I didn’t expect you today,” my dad says into the phone.
My father and I stare at each other through the glass of the kiosk, like two sides of the same coin.
I take an awkward glance around at the other people visiting inmates in the room and the guards that stand watch over it all. I tap the receiver against my head for a few seconds before I can look at my father and speak.
“Well, it is family day,” I say with a half-hearted chuckle.
My father leans forward, his hand on the glass, struggling to hold back his emotions.
“Thank you son, you’re all I have left ever…ever since…your mother…,” he manages with a shaky voice.
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