It was a hot Tuesday afternoon, Peter’s eyes remained close as he listens to distinct noises around for the last time.
“Armstrong.” A jail guard calling his surname. He opened his eyes immediately and moved. His things were already packed, things that for some are trash but for his treasures.
He took a deep breath and turned to face everyone inside that same cell. All of them were staring at him. All their faces showed only one emotion.
He spent months of his life with them. They are not just his cellmates; they are his friends. Friends he never thought he would have and would teach him so much about life. On how to survive inside and outside. They all believe outside that facility is dangerous than inside, even they are surrounded by different criminals every day.
They hugged him, one
