She wakes up and then it's, 'Today's Saturday, huh, mom. Some days she can leave with a hug and a kiss, 'See you next month, mommy -- call me on Sunday.' Other times my mom literally has to pull her off of me.

She used to come into the visiting room every month and the first thing she'd want to do, before she hugged me, was check my hair to see, you know, can mommy come home yet.