Wanted: My Son

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