I've always been strong for my boys. I'm very thick skinned, never cry in front of them. Both of my boys are doing time. I write them, shoot the bull when they call, but for the life of me I can't look a them threw glass without falling apart. I can't hold back the tears. My oldest has been in for almost a year and I can visit without falling apart. But my youngest has only been in a month. My asthmatic, allergic, always fighting to breathe little boy. So heartbreaking. The sight of him kills me.
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