A Withered Life
Today might be my birthday. If it is, then I turn 18 today. I have had nightmares about this day and hoped that this day would never come. There is nothing happy about this birthday because at the end of the day I will be transferred to prison from juvenile detention centre. Humans are known to adapt and my college’s mission for us was to adapt and excel. I have not been able to adapt to my environment here where I get proper meal, cozy bed and more importantly inmates who are of my age or younger. Everyone in detention room C dreads the day they turn 18 and still have years to serve. The thought of going to an actual prison is like going through Dante’s inner circles of hell. You get to know what freedom really is and you understand that it is much underrated as we take it for granted. I am going to see my parents today. I am immensely happy to see them but I know how painful it is for them to see me. I get to eat juicy sweet gulab jamoons that my mother will bring to me because ...