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C36 The Visiting Day

Author: Inky LL
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2026-05-02 11:52:41

The gray bus ride always felt like an eternity, though the route was etched into my very soul. I watched the landscape blur past the window—the jagged highway overpasses, the dying patches of autumn grass, and the way the world seemed to drain of all color the closer I got to the penitentiary. It’s visiting day, and I came to the prison, just like every month in the past three years.

People often asked me why I continued to come. My mother had s

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