Son

You never really can predict what life throws at you. And that's what makes it so exciting. Nothing will ever really be quite the same ever because everyday is something new. I'm gonna start by just blurting it out there. I've been in prison for the past 17 years for the attempted murder of my son. But hear me out here; I was in distress because he would not stop crying. Day in, day out it was this and that. I had to quit my job. I moved back in with Mother. And, worst of all, I blamed him for the death of Wendi.