Yes, I am guilty. I took care of the man that Mario kidnapped. I made him food and cleaned his room. I’m not arguing that it’s not my fault. I ruined my life, or at least a good number of years in any case. But when I entered the prison, I was pregnant and my son was born here. They told me I was going to be able to raise him, that he could go to school and everything. But the truth is that it’s all a lie, well, it’s more like they don’t tell you that your son will go to school if they want him to, and that he won’t fit in the same cell where you sleep, and that sometimes you will have to sleep on the floor, and that you’ll have to pay if you want better conditions. Nobody tells you that it might be better if a family member takes him and nobody tells you that you will feel sad and inconsolable when he leaves.