Strike Three... I'm Still Here

This morning wasn't ideal. I woke up to the vibration of my phone and the annoying voice of my younger sister. It's Wednesday, and that meant that my grandma had to attend--no, start--noonday prayer at our church. Since they started that whole noonday prayer business at the church, my grandmother always made me go. She never made my other siblings go, though they usually tagged along anyway for whatever reason, but she always made me go (and my younger sister if she were with us). 2 or 3 years later, why would there be any difference in the way she operates in forcing me to go to church with her?

I guess I just always thought when I got to the age of my older brothers and sisters, everything would equalize. That obviously didn't happen. Instead of just taking my sister, she forced me out of the bed-- I guess I don't blame that, I have been taking mine sleeping in overboard--and made me go with her. Forced isn't even a strong enough word to describe what she did. There was screaming and yelling (and crying on my part). Of course, my grandmother got what she wanted, but I refused to go down without a fight. A useless fight however, but a fight nonetheless. Now I sit here and I think about it. I should have known. It's always been that way. There's always been a double standard when it came to me and the rest of my siblings. Why? The hell if I know. But that's the way it is. Silly me, for thinking that I was equal to the rest of my siblings. Silly me. 

I'm reading a book, called The Confession, by John Grisham. I looooooove his work. It's so good and so thorough about the judicial system. This particular story is about a man who is on death row and about to be executed for a crime he didn't do. There there's another guy who actually did commit the crime. He all of sudden wants to help. Weird stuff. Cool stuff. Makes me think about going into law. Then I think, please! I'd be horrible at defending someone. I'm too easily persuaded. I hate confrontation. Arguments annoy me and I give up and admit I'm wrong and the other person is right just so they'd shut up. Definitely not the makeup of the next big public defender. I do love solving the puzzles that the crimes leave behind. I love watching Law and Order: SVU just so I can try and figure out the crime before the detectives do. Prison Break, the best show in the world was my muse for the longest time. I have the first season on DVD if that gives you a visual as to just how much I loved the show. 

This story about this crime however, is especially interesting because it close to my heart. I pretty much lived through something fairly similar with my mom who is currently incarcerated herself. Going through it was hell. An actual hell, that I'd--to this day--would believe was a horrible dream, if it weren't for the fact that is wasn't. The whole thing was such a surprise to the family, that we never knew what was really going. I didn't all of a sudden become interested in law after that, but I did start to play more attention to it. It's interesting to know what's going on in the background. I find comfort in shows in that the mysteries always get solved. Though that's not actually the case in real life.