I met my granddaughter for the first time in a prison visiting room. I’ve been locked up in Maryland’s women’s prison for more than 18 years, since my daughter was 8 years old. In May of last year, she came to visit me carrying her newborn first child. I was overwhelmed with emotion as she placed the baby in my arms. I cried as I held my granddaughter, gave her a bottle and smelled her wonderful baby smell. It was a deeply meaningful moment.
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