“Each day I thank God that my daughter is in jail,” she says. “I express my gratitude to God. She was sentenced six months ago for using and dealing drugs and for prostitution.” She catches her breath and says to herself as much as to the group, “Where she is safer.” I think: So this is where we get. Not all of us, of course. But some of us come to a place where the good news is that our children are in jail.
