" How long you in for?"
"Five years," stated Jamal " How bout you?"
"3 years, i've already been here for seven," reclaimed Tom
" What did you do?" asked Jamal.
" Accused for killing my brother," Pleaded Tom. "I'm innocent man, I swear."
" Wow, thats rough, where are you from?"
"Cincinatti Ohio! The heart of the United States, the best place on the planet!" exclaimed Tom.
Jamal sat there and took a deep breath and sighed.
Tom didnt know what that sigh meant. Questions raced through his head. Did I say something wrong? Did I offend him? thought Tom. "Whats wrong?"
" Just you saying all that about your home made me think of mine, good ol' Brooklyn." claimed Jamal.
Tom asked, "Have any Family?"
Jamal answered, "No, lost my wife and baby girl in a car crash a few years back, never been the same since."
"I'm sorry to here that," stated Tom in a low, and calm voice, showing his sympathy towards him.
" I'm sick of people saying their sorry, It's not their fault so why do they say it!" belowed Jamal in anger.
" We're human, that's why," said Tom with remorse, "we care for eachother." Tom felt sorry for his loss and could feel his pain through his words and the low tone in his voice.
" It's nice talking to someone about this, most guys around here would call me a softy or something like that. Thank you for listening to me Tom, I now know you are a true friend." said Jamal with a calm, but almost like there was a hint of joy in his voice.
Tom smiled, stood up,walked away, and didnt turn back.
