Freedom

30 months in this hell hole and for what? Trying to get food on the table for my family by jacking into an ATM and withdrawing a hundred? Absolute bullshit.
"Daniel Wackowzsky, prison register number AC6598-420." sounded from the PA system of this place. "Please follow to the disembarking station number two." it followed. Thankfully I'm leaving today.
Prison space station number 32 is designed for people who committed light crimes, like theft. It has about 70 decks capable of holding 78 thousand inmates, run by US justice system. As an inmate you are sent to work on one of the docked production lines that giant corporations can loan to produce stuff, like watches or other electronics. It's a very cheap labor and you can slap a sticker that says "Made in USA" on the product for the price of "Made in China" one. You can then decide if you're gonna send the money you make to someone outside or if you're gonna save it. The prison also takes a sum for feeding and housing you. I sent all my available money to my wife so I can support her and our daughter.
As I arrived at the disembarking station two there was a prison transport shuttle waiting as well as 7 other people who were leaving today as well.
"Wackowzsky, grab your stuff from the window and change into civilian apparel." said the main guard and I followed. The box with my stuff was small, I've had all my other things sent home to my family. I've changed to my civilian clothes and went to wait at the transport.
We had to wait for our pilot for about 30 more minutes so we discussed why we were here. Most of us were here for petty theft or for over the top self defense, which wasn't even a crime few years back. Once our pilot finally arrived we embarked on our way home.
After about 6 hour long flight we arrived at the orbit of Earth and started the landing process. I got super excited because I will be able to finally see my family.
"Touchdown in 30 seconds" sounded through the shuttle's PA system. The landing was very smooth and the pilot did an amazing job. As the door opened I saw a 12 year old girl running towards the shuttle. Her long blonde hair were flying right behind her from how fast she ran. My small Freya.
"Dad!" she shouted with a big smile on her face and jumped to my arms as I was walking down the ramp. As I catched her I couldn't hold back tears. I was incredibly happy.
"Where's mom?" I asked her after a while of us hugging.
"She's waiting at the terminal. I kinda went here without her knowing." she responded to me, still smiling.
"Okay, let's go find her." I said as we were leaving the tarmac.
It didn't take long before we found her. Tall, ginger woman in a casual dress and incredibly pretty as always.
"There you are, you got me worried." she towards our daughter. "And you, you tall trouble maker -" she reached out and hugged me "-I missed you so much." she followed.
"I missed you too darling" I said and waved to Freya to join us for a family hug.
As we walked out of the space port I smelled the air. It was very similar as on the tarmac, but now it had a small bit added to it. An emotional flavor, the flavor of being finally free.
"Anyone wants KFC?" I asked.
"We can get some." responded Michelle.
"Awesome" added Freya.