Four years in this place and it still smells like it did when I first came in and now I have to leave, and the smile I have on is one of mixed feeling at the prospect.

Leaving prison was the day I waited years for, but now…...

I don't really know what to feel

"Prisoner 214, Jamie Reagan; step forward" I heard my name being called out during roll call. Another guard walked up to me and told me to follow him to the processing area. There I got all the stuff that I had to surrender over back.

Bag

Wallet

ID card

Social security

A picture of the family, more specifically, of Danny, my niece and my nephews

I looked at the picture. "Huh…" I sighed, and looked back at the years. He came to visit once or twice. Dad never came and neither did my sister; I never blamed them.

Once I got all my belonging in the bag, the guard walked me to the entrance. I mentally started planning on what I would do when I got to the city, maybe crash with a friend for a while and start looking for a job or something. But when I stepped out the gate door; there was someone was waiting for me

"Danny?"

"Hey kid, welcome home"