You Don't Remember Me, Do You?
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- Published: Saturday, 31 January 2009 16:46
- Written by Corina Clements Soria
“You don’t remember me, do you?”
Arriving at the jail door on Wednesday my eyes met with those of a man, obviously a drug addict, pacing back and forth. I had already passed him when he said, “Hermana Corina.”
I turned around and looked a bit more closely… 25 years old? Eyes incredibly bloodshot… Arms covered with scars… some self inflicted… others from fights from the streets… one wound was still fresh - a slash across his arm, still a little open and crusted with blood… his teeth were all discolored and rotting… My mind raced to try and remember…
“You don’t remember me, do you?”
I looked into his eyes again… beyond the glassiness and swollen veins… and I saw a little boy…