Age | 14

Photographer| Lisa Uesugi

I am photographing my mommy, Patricia. She is nice, cool, and very loving. I can’t spend as much time with her as I want because she is incarcerated. I miss being able to get her hugs and kisses before I go to sleep. But my mom is making changes in her life and it makes me feel good because I know that she won’t be incarcerated again because hopefully she has learned her lesson. She has even learned to dance the hula at WCCC and soon maybe she can teach me. But my mom has a nice attitude and she shows me that she loves me. When I get older I would like to take care of her like she used to take care of me. I’m proud of my mom because she has changed and has learned her lesson and she inspires me to learn from her lessons. “ I love you mom and thank you for being my mom.”

I am nice because I treat others the way I would like to be treated.
I can make friends easily.
I will succeed in life by learning from my own and other people’s mistakes. I will
be a lawyer.

My photographer is my 4th child and youngest daughter, Jocellyn who I call “Baby Doll.” I miss being by her side and reading her bedtime stories. I am proud of my child because she is a very intelligent little girl who is also very responsible because she takes care of her baby brother. When she comes home from school she does her homework and cares for her brother until her daddy or older sister comes home from work. My hope for Jocellyn is to continue her education and be successful in her career goal as a public defender or police officer. I want her to know that I am continuing my education by getting my GED and then going to go back to school to become a medical assistant. I want to tell my daughter: “Mommy is in treatment taking care of myself so that I can become the mother you always wanted me to be. I am changing my old ways to a new positive role model as a mother in recovery. I’ll be coming home soon. I miss you so much and there hasn’t been a day that’s gone by that I wish I could be by your side to sing you a lullaby. As every day passes, it’s one day closer to coming home. I love you, Jocellyn…my Baby Doll.

Patricia | Mother

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