James Menchaca, 1-18-13

I had a dream last night of my daughter.  It was one of many that I have of me and my daughter’s reunion.  I always see myself getting out of prison and she’s right there waiting for me in the parking lot.  I always think of the hugs and kisses but, in reality as it is the awkwardness is always there even in my dreams.  As time goes by it seems I barely know my daughter.  I lose a lot of sleep just thinking about her.  It’s crazy, when I went to ?????? the first time.  I would write letters to her and the imaginary family that I had.