I wanted to ask her where she was, but I realized that she had grown up and I shouldn't get involved in her business. But a few days later, she still hadn't come home, so I asked my aunt where she was. She told me she was in the East Baton Rouge Parish Prison. My aunt told me they were going to bail her out the following weekend when she got paid. Time passed quickly and I was ready to see my mother, so the day before we left, we called my siblings home. We all laugh and play reminiscing about the good old days, so I don't even remember them. Then there was a knock on the door, usually it was a weed sale, but this was different, it was a short, stocky white guy with a white envelope and a suite. He came and asked to speak to the owner of the house. I looked at the door and saw my aunt starting to shake and cry. Everyone in the house asked what happened and she said my mother had