But for the first time, I wasn't thinking about me. I mean my son being here was a punishment for what I done. I understood that then. I recognized that I had sewed the wind and I was reaping the whirlwind. But when my boy told me about the life he couldn't even imagine...I realized that I wasn't the only one paying for what I done. I wasn't even the one paying the biggest price. I had given my son a nothing hand. He played it badly, but there wasn't no option to fold. All he could do was try his best with what I gave him. He got cleaned...