Not My Son
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I sat on the front pew of the church while two unidentified ladies wrestled around at my feet. When one of their heads hit my shoe I moved a little to the left. Thomas my neighbor finally, along with the help from another gentleman, was able to free them from the tussle they were in and escort them from my husbands' funeral.
I took the tissue from my lap and dried my ten-year old sons face, his Father Jason Sr. was the love of his life and mine, but from the fight that just occurred between the two females apparently he was the love of their lives as well.
I would have never believed that my Jason would have cheated on me, and since he is not alive for me to confront him, I'm only left with their word. I got pregnant with Jason Jr. my senior year of college. Jason and I married shortly after. He was drafted into the NBA right out of college, had a heart attack while playing a game in Chicago last week.
I had a front row seat watching Jason run up and down the court that day, when he stopped and fell flat, while players still moved around him. My son was with me that day, I wished we would have missed that game. The picture plays over and over in my mind awake or asleep, so I know it plagues Jason Jr. as well.
Thirty-two years old, and a widow. Damn baby why you have to leave us so soon.
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This isn't the first time I've been in a court room, and I know it won't be the last, but it is the hardest plea I've ever given. I was fighting for justice, justice for my son Jason. The piece of trash seated across from me killed him. Jason was a prominent basketball star just like his father and the love of my life. There was no way I was going to let this boy get off with something as easy as prison.
My husband died when Jason was ten, Jason was all I had left and this getto, gutter project-trash took my boy from me. I know what you're thinking, if not jail then what? I want the judge to grant me custody of this trifling waste of skin. Jail is too good for him, I plan on making him suffer for what he did.
He destroyed me when he murdered my son. Now I just have to make the judge believe I have only his best interest at heart. My hands were sweaty as I stood, looking over at the scum I now know as Jeremy.
It's hard to say what you will or won't do. I've heard people say. "Oh I'd never do that." Or "How could she have done such a thing?" Well I use to be one of those people, until my son was murdered. Now all I can say is "Never say never."
There's something strange about this boy though, I can't put my finger on it, but something just isn't right. By the way, my name is Kathryn. Kathryn Cool Attorney of Law. Jeremy, welcome to hell.
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Native of Dallas Texas married with two sons.