"I came as soon as I could. I had flown out. How are you now?" My lawyer asked with a little bit too much worry. I did not like it. I did not wish to receive worry or pity from anyone. All I wanted was someone to treat me like a normal human being not a fragile thing like he was, or the way the rest of the people in the prison were looking at me, with disdain and a lot of hatred towards me. I did not like how their eyes carried either one of those two emotions. They made me feel stigmatized in ways I couldn't have fathomed. The loss of a child was one thing but being the reason as to why that child was lost and being treated differently in that direction was another one altogether.