Every day I wake up feeling with guilty emotions as if I was a delinquent. "It was her fault, I never committed any crime" she pled the judge. I was surprised that I ever put faith and trust in her and that she was my own... sister. Now that I live in this "5 star hotel" thinking I will get out soon, nothing meant anything to me. Everybody in the other cells gave cunning grins and threats to you. Why am I here? I pray to god I'm innocent but everybody thinks I killed my own mother... or did I?