Imagine my shock when I found out my son was a Wanted Man. We stared at the mugshot together on the Wanted Poster, standing side by side. I could feel him next to me shifting in his shoes. He’s a big 13 year old. Fairly relaxed. But this new information had rattled him. I could tell.
He was wanted for a crime he didn’t commit. He was branded on that wall. I wanted to protect him. But, when they came and called his name I turned to him and said, “Are you ready?” He nodded, enthusiastically, and shot me a big white, crooked smile. He wanted correction. He wanted straight teeth. He gave me a little hug and he was gone. Continue reading