Communicating With a Father in Angola Prison

The way that I communicated with my father when he was in prison were though letters. We would write each other all the time. H would call at least twice a week when I was younger. He told me that when I first born he would tell my mother to put the phone to my ear and he would read to me or tell me a poem.

The words of wisdom that my father would write to me were so inspirational. Those words and poems helped me stay focused. His experiences helped me to keep a cool head and a clear and peaceful mind. Even though I did get into a little trouble growing up, I knew what was needed of me. It helped me to begin to write words of wisdom and to always try to uplift others.