 Whether the mom would have let me see her or not, that's not even the issue was, is that I never even attempted to go see my daughter because I'd rather stay high on crack cocaine than deal with my responsibility of my daughter. And my heart shattered and I ran back to my cell and I knew about God, but I didn't know God. I was raised Roman Catholic. I'm not saying all Roman Catholics believe what I believe, but I knew about a God, but I didn't know God.