I wanted to ask her where she was, but I realized that she had grown up and I shouldn't be in her business. But a couple of days had passed and she still hadn't come home, so I asked my aunt where she was. He told me he was in East Baton Rouge Parish Prison. My aunt told me that they would force her to go out the following weekend when she would be paid. Time flew by and I was ready to see my mom, so the night before we went to tie her up we called my brothers at home. We're all laughing and playing, reminiscing about old times, so I can't even remember them. Then there was a knock on the door, usually it was a weed sale, but this was different, it was a short, stocky white guy with a white envelope and a suite. He came and asked to speak to the owner of the house. I looked at the door and saw my aunt start shaking and crying. Everyone in the house asked what happened and she said my mother did it