Trust Your Struggle by Carissa B. McGee

Author:Carissa B. McGee [McGe, Carissa B.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: BookBaby
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

The Visitor

*KNOCK*KNOCK*

“Come in,” I said.

“Hello, Ms. McGee,” Ms. Seong said as she walked in the room.

“Hello, Ms. Seong, how are you?” I asked.

“I’m doing good. Are you ready for your visit?” Ms. Seong was Korean and she had a heavy accent, so a person had to really listen to understand what she was saying.

“I think so,” I said uncertain. “I don’t know who it is, so I don’t know how to get ready for it.”

“Let’s see who’s on the list for today,” she said as she looked at the clipboard she was carrying. “It says ‘Mark McGee’ is who’s here to see you.”

My jaw dropped, “My dad’s here to see me? Are you sure?” I couldn’t believe what I had heard.

“That’s what it says here on the list and this comes from the front where the visitors sign in. Why?”

“I haven’t seen my dad since I was like two,” I scoffed.

“Wow! Were you expecting him?” Ms. Seong asked.

“No more than I was expecting Santa Claus to visit me this year.”

Ms. Seong laughed, “Do you want to see him? You have the right to refuse the visit if you want.”

“No,” I quickly said, “I want to see him. I don’t know my dad so it’d be nice to put a face to a name.”

I knew the procedure for changing out so I jumped up and began stripping my uniform off, one article at a time, like the protocol required. After getting undressed, I quickly displayed the soles of my feet before bending over, spreading my butt cheeks, and coughing three times. Ms. Seong cleared me by handing me an XXL jumpsuit and stepping out of the room so she could go call the front desk to send back my visitor. As routine as the strip searches had become, I still wasn’t comfortable being so exposed, and I knew the memories of the strip searches would haunt me for many years to come, but this wasn’t the moment to think about that. I quickly got dressed and walked out the same door Ms. Seong just used. The door opened to the spacious visitation room that had ten vending machines lined up along the wall to my left, a kid’s play area on the wall directly in front of me, Ms. Seong’s desk on the right hand wall, and restrooms along the same wall as the changing room. The main part of the room was dedicated to visitors and inmates. Policy rules mandated that visitors and inmates sat across from each other with at least three feet of space separating them and the only contact allowed was during the greeting and goodbye. It wasn’t the best scenario to have a family connection, but I had heard it was better than most prisons.

When I walked in the room, I saw that there were already three families in there visiting with their loved ones. They were all sitting close to Ms. Seong’s desk for some reason, so I had the majority of the room to choose from.

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