On the day my mother finds Monte and visits him in the LA County Jail through the glass that separates mother and son, he is barely able to hold himself up. He is drooling on himself. He is unable to speak a single full sentence coherently. But he is able to raise his hand to the glass, where my mother, shaking, meets it on the other side. I love you, my child, my baby, my son. I love you so much.
