by Hugo Arredondo Ortiz, San Quentin State Prison, CA
The days I miss the most are those when I was happy watching my brother kick a soccer call. Helping my sister with her homework, and my familia on holidays with the music so loud our neighbors are with us until midnight because they’re downing a fresh beer with their tacos.
However, the days I miss the most are watching my family (my son, my daughter) open their birthday and Christmas gifts. Those were the most surreal for me. There I was, wondering how/when did this happen. Seeing their smiles for their toys and their frowns for their clothes. I’d say “Wow,” that was me, my brother and sister. These were my best family memories.