Granny's Child - Parts 1, 2 & 3

by Renee Patterson

Overview

I only agreed for Granny’s sake. After all, why would I want to see my mother? I’d only visited her a few times since she’d gone to prison and each time I’d left with a quiver of unease in my bones. I didn’t see how this time could be any different.

With Granny at my side, we stood outside the prison, staring up at the tall, gray walls, a concrete block built to keep things – people – in. I wanted to grab her hand and never let go, but I forced myself not to. I wasn’t a baby anymore. Now that we were here, I knew I had to go in.

This is the story of Kai, a ten year old girl who's been raised by her Granny for most of her life. Her mother, whom she slightly despises, is a prison inmate in a California Correctional Institution (CDCR). With a father she's never known and a mother she feels abandoned her, it's no wonder Kai has no desire to ever leave Granny. But, Granny's getting older. And, it's starting to become obvious that she's sick. The everyday worries of what will happen to her if Granny... it's just all too much to think about.

Will her mother get out in time to save Kai from going into foster care if something happens to Granny? Only time will tell...

Product Details

BN ID:	2940014264204
Publisher:	Prison Rideshare Network
Publication date:	03/07/2012
Series:	Granny's Child , #3
Sold by:	Barnes & Noble
Format:	eBook
File size:	19 KB

About the Author

My name is Renee Patterson. I write short stories, articles and blogs related to prison loved ones. Being the loved one of many-a-prisoner, I've found that we need support just as much as the prisoners themselves do. I may not need someone to put “money on my books” or drive 400 miles to visit me. But, there are times when I need inspiration to get me through a lonely day of missing my best friend... or a holiday that should be a happy time, but all I can do is long for a hug from my mother.

Prison stories are my niche. I write them, not only to support and inspire others, but to give me strength. I need hope, too. I hope that when my mother is finally released from prison, she'll be ready for the world. I hope that 25-to-life doesn't have to be forever for my favorite younger cousin, or my stupid, young little brother. I hope that the love of my life, my soulmate, the man I hope to marry someday, can stay strong and keep believing that I'm here, for him, waiting, patiently and faithfully. I write to keep from crying. I just hope that someone can pull strength from my stories.

I will always be there for my loved ones in prison... to the best of my ability. And, I understand others who go out of their way for their prison wives, husbands, fiance's, sisters, brothers, mothers, fathers, sons, daughters, nieces, nephews, cousins, friends, etc... These are the people I write for... the loved ones. I am my advocate. I am their advocate. I am not an advocate for prisoners. I am an advocate for their dedicated loved ones.