I have received news that I will be released from jail in two days. But I don't know why I am not happy with this news. Twenty years of captivity have taught me a lot. I have spent 20 years of the most precious time of my life here. 

Twenty years ago, At the age of 16, I had a big quarrel with my close friend for a minor reason. The following day I woke up and saw the police in the backyard. I see my mother crying in the yard with my younger sister and my father standing with his hands folded in front of the police. I heard that someone had killed my friend. Due to this, his father came to my house with the police in the morning. Before I knew it, the police had to handcuff me and take me away. 

My dad just asked me, how did I kill Joy? Joy and I fought over the cricket bat on the playground, but I returned home early that evening. I had no idea who killed Joy. This is how I spend my days in jail. But no one from the family came to see me. About a week later, my father came to see me at ten o'clock in the morning. Then I cried and told my father to take me out of here. I'm scared to stay here. Then father told me just a few more days. The lawyer will take you out of here as soon as I get some money.

 I got a lot of confidence after listening to my father. There are many more like me here. I spent many nights listening to their stories.
Early in the morning, a policeman came and said he would take me to court Today. They drove me around 7:30 in the morning. Then I thought to myself; I will go back home Today. We went to the judge's court and called prisoner number 222. 

I appeared, but I had to go back to prison because I had no lawyer. At that time, I started seeing everything dark in my eyes. I'm wondering who my little sister will play with now. My mother never loved me. I'm a stepson of her. How many thoughts were peeking in my mind then? No one could hear my cries on the other side of the wall. The day would pass by, eating two loaves of cold bread. Whenever I saw someone's relatives coming to visit them, I would jump up and stand up.


Realizing this, maybe my parents came to see me. Month after month, I was passed like this. Gradually I lost hope of being released. Over time, I learned to accept this prison life. Today I got new clothes again; my identity was prisoner number 222. My name has also been deleted. I started learning a lot of new things in prison. I could do some cane work beforehand. 

I started, here again, I got some money there. I was having a good day with that money. Current time: Prisoner number 222! Someone has come to see you. I was surprised to hear that. After so many years, who remembered me again?

When I went to meet, I saw a girl standing there. It's hard to recognize, but my sister is never unknown. I realized that my little sister had grown up. Seeing me, she became emotional; I could not hide the pain. Asked, how am I? She did not say anything about her mother. I just said Dad died three years ago. With great difficulty, she came to find this prison. She said that if I got out of here, I should buy a new dress for her. This month they will go to their uncle's house.

 She asked to meet them there. Sure, I must go to see you. I wiped away the tears and left for lunch. In 20 years, only my father and younger sister came to see me. Today, when I heard that I would be released from prison in two days, my prisoner friends were also pleased. I was asked where to go after so long? But I have nowhere to go. It doesn't feel good to think about them anymore. From this until my last breath, I survived as prisoner number 222.


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