I stepped outside, looking for my family or at the very least, my brother expecting him to come and pick me up with one of the old family pickup trucks .
But the car park was empty.
I asked the guard, "Why is there was no one to pick me up?""
The man at the counter said, "We called your family but no one returned the calls."
What if something had happened to my family?
At the last time that I heard, Lisa, my brother's wife, was still trying to get pregnant.
Out of fear that something had happened to my family, I quickly ordered a taxi to my family house.
When I walked into the house the only person standing there was Lisa, my brother's wife. She was heavily pregnant.
"What are you doing here?" She asked with shock on her face.
"I live here."
"Aren't you supposed to be in prison?" She dialled a number on her phone. "I'm calling the police."
My mother walks in before I could respond.
She asked, "What's all the commotion about?"
"Mom, I missed you."
I tried to hug her but she pushed me way. Like I was a violent and dirty thing. And not the daughter she had begged to take the fall for her own son .
I touched my chest as I explained, "It's me, Katie."