I will never forget that day in June when I heard Judge Banales say, “You are hereby sentenced to 60 years in the Texas Department of Corrections”.  My legs felt like spaghetti, my hands went cold.  I had no moisture in my mouth.  I was numb all over.  I wanted to throw up.  I could hear my mother’s horrific cries in the background.  I turned to see her and I saw my father holding her and my grandmother tightly.  He was so scared, I could tell.  There were other ladies that were also crying.  They felt for my mom, and possibly for me.  The judge told my dad if he didn’t quiet my mother, he would have her arrested.  My mother had a look of fury in her eyes when they met with mine.  I knew right there and then that her love and commitment as a mother would induce a fight for justice.  The bailiff was so nice to me.  He kept asking me if I needed some water.  I couldn’t talk.  All I could hear was my mother’s cry, over and over.  I couldn’t even hug her goodbye.

About 8 hours later, my mom and dad picked me up from the jail and took me home.  My mother was crying and very upset, asking me “how could you do this?” I was crying so hard and grabbed my mom and told her to look into my eyes and listen to me.  My mom always knew when we were not being truthful by our eyes. I explained to her that I did not know Michelle was 12 and that I was sorry for my behavior.