I felt like I was watching a movie. I hoped that it wasn't real. I heard the voices of many boys that I loved. I couldn't find them when it was time to say goodbye. I looked in each of their rooms. Empty. But their voices were still there. Where could they possibly be? I knew they were in trouble from misbehaving in church. But I thought they were locked in their rooms and that lunch was withheld from them...yet, they're not in their rooms.

They weren't in their bathroom. I then went to the shower room. There, they were. There's a small room that's behind bars. It's always locked because it has the cleaning supplies in there. It's somewhat of an L shape with maybe 3 feet x 3 feet on the smaller side and 7 feet x 5 feet on the longer side. Yet, there's all sorts of stuff in there. Yet, behind those bars, admist the other things including their underwear that is drying on a line high up, are the boys. About 20 of them.

I saw them, and I don't even want to know what my expression was. Disgust, horror, shock. I know they should be punished, but this?

I did the only thing I could do. Hug and kiss them through the bars. Some would reput their cheek up to the bars so I could kiss them a second or a third time. I wanted to squeeze them so tight, but the bars were in the way. I didn't want to hurt them in the process.

I hear a noise behind us, and it's David, bringing Macario, to throw him in with the rest. When he got thrown in, they all pushed him around. It was just like a movie where the established cell mates had to throw the new blood around.

I felt like a mother, torn apart, having to leave with her sons in jail. There's nothing I could do besides saying and showing I loved them. I can't get that picture out of my head. It's a completely different scene when you know each one, love each one, know they need to be punished, but can't control the way in which they are. Leaving, wondering when they will be released... not knowing, when that hour will come.