Not My Son

This isn't the first time I've been in a court room and I know it won't be the last but it is the hardest plea I've ever given. I was fighting for justice justice for my son Jason. The piece of trash seated across from me killed him. Jason was a prominent basketball star just like his father and the love of my life. There was no way I was going to let this boy get off with something as easy as prison. My husband died when Jason was ten Jason was all I had left and this getto gutter project-trash took my boy from me. I know what you're thinking if not jail then what? I want the judge to grant me custody of this trifling waste of skin. Jail is too good for him I plan on making him suffer for what he did. He destroyed me when he murdered my son. Now I just have to make the judge believe I have only his best interest at heart. My hands were sweaty as I stood looking overy at the scum I now know as Jeremy. It's hard to say what you will or won't do. I've heard people say. Oh I'd never do that. Or How could she have done such a thing? Well I use to be one of those people until my son was murdered. Now all I can say is Never say never. There's something strange about this boy though I can't put my finger on it but something just isn't right. By the way my name is Kathryn. Kathryn Cool Attorney of Law. Jeremy welcome to hell.