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The final Judgment I closed my eyes and scrunched my face as the tears fell out my eyes. My makeup was slowly being ruined. Standing here in the courtroom, I had just discovered that my son is being convicted for murder. He is only 17 years old. Growing up in Nashville, I always tried to inflict in his mind that he matters and that he is somebody. Do I believe that he committed murder ? No, but hearing this news is heartbreaking. With no father figure in his life, I was pretty sure that I had done everything to teach him right from wrong and knowing what crowd to avoid. I know not what my son has done behind close doors but I know My Son is a Good Son. Could I be wrong ? Was there two sides to him that I knew not about ? Could this be the end of my endless teachings and bettering him, so he could be a good father to his children ? All these thoughts rush through my brain as the tears fell down my face. I was left to grieve as if my son had died. He was no longer going to be under my wings, but instead behind bars in closed doors.
The final Judgment
