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 Ms. Arizona speaks in an informative tone, “Your mom went shopping and packed your bags with all new clothes. When you get out of the shower, pick out culottes and a shirt.”
I replied, “My mother wouldn’t buy me any clothes when I was at home! Now she is splurging?”
“Watch your attitude!” Josella snaps at me, like a drill sergeant. It is the last time I am permitted to voice anything truthful and negative about my parents.
There is a window in the bathroom. I peek out, becoming spellbound by the long desolate dirt road in the front. Was it the road to freedom? It’s too bad there is a 12 ft. fence with barbed wire on top barricading me in like an unruly animal. I’m like a tiny bird trapped in a cage, wanting to fly away. In my mind I fly away to escape what is in store for me.
I rummage through the suitcase and I see three pairs of culottes, three shirts, and bloomers for underwear. My mother hated my bikini underwear. She thought they were trampy. I snatch something quick without any concern of committing a fashion faux pas. After all, Joan Rivers is nowhere to be found in this lockdown, she would never be caught dead in this place! I sadly come to the realization that my creativ- ity and appreciation for the clothing industry is of no use to me now.
I make another remark, out loud, when I look at the suitcase my parents had hidden in the trunk of the car, “I can’t believe my mom went shopping for me! Where was she when I came home with a report card that any other mother would have loved to hold in her hands? Where was my shopping extravaganza for going the extra mile? Oh... I see. My gift, representing positive reinforcement for my behavior, is a reform school! At this point, a dog biscuit would have been a bet- ter choice!”
“Didn’t we tell you to watch your attitude?” Ms. Arizona reiterates in an authoritarian manner.
“Yes, but this is a good attitude considering I have been forced, against my will, into prison without having committed a crime!” I shout back hoping someone could identify with my justifiable rage.
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