More than 2.7 million kids have a parent behind bars. Justin Burl, 16, of New York City tells JS what it’s like to be one of them.
My favorite thing to do is play basketball. Before a game, I picture myself scoring and the crowd cheering. But then another thought enters my mind: If only my pops was here.
My dad has never seen me play ball. He’s never helped me study for a test or even just sat on the couch and watched TV with me.
For my entire life, my dad has been in prison. Right now, he’s located six hours away from my home in Brooklyn. He’ll be there until 2021.
In a lot of ways, my life is pretty normal. I have a fraternal twin brother named Jamaill. We live with my grandma, who has raised us since we were babies.
My dad calls and we write letters, but I only get to see him in person twice a year. When I visit him, I’m so happy. But going to the prison can be scary. The building is huge, with fences around it. And I have to take off my sneakers and go through a metal detector, kind of like airport security.
At the beginning and end of the visit, I can hug my dad. Other than that, we’re not allowed to touch. The guards are always watching us, and that’s frustrating. I wish we could be alone.
Jamaill and I stay as long as we’re allowed, about five hours. We sit at a long table and talk about sports, school, and our family. We also play games. My dad beats me at chess, but I’m the Connect Four champ.
Saying goodbye is the worst. No kid should have to do that. Parents are supposed to be with you all the time.
Sometimes I imagine my dad coming home. It will be the happiest day of my life. He loves hot wings, so maybe we’ll go to a wing place. I’ll tell him, “Order whatever you want.”
But for now, I just remember his advice. He says: “Keep your head up. Don’t go down the wrong path like I did. Make me proud.” That’s exactly what I’m going to do.