When I was thirteen I used to pretend that I was a 
German soldier during World War II. My parents did not like it
 when I did this. They would get very silent and try to ignore 
me when I got in one of my ‘German’ moods. Even my brother and 
sister really hated it. I used force them to carry anvils across 
our four acre yard. I would also wake them up in the middle of 
the night by yelling in their ears, them I would force them out 
in the cold in their pajamas. 

	I remember this one night when I built a fire and told
 them that after their ‘shower’ they could sit by the fire and I 
would feed them some food and let them rest. They were really 
grateful.

	“Brian,” my dad asked me the next day, “I don’t mean to 
accuse you of anything, but I need to ask you a question.” By 
this time my parents had become very frightened by my behavior. 

	“Sure Dad.” I wasn’t pretending today, so I let him ask 
me a question.
 
	“You know I love you, and I would never do anything to 
hurt you, that’s why I need to know where your brother and 
sister are.”

	Anyway to make a long story short I haven’t been home in
 a while.




Love Always,
							
Brian
							
Midfield Sate Penitentiary