— The court rules: to find you guilty and to impose the punishment of life imprisonment, — the judge said, looking at the papers.
— The defendant has the right to a final statement, — he added after a second.

The man in the orange uniform lifted his eyes. His voice trembled:
— Your Honor… may I make one request? I ask for permission to see my son. He was born when I was already in prison. I have never held him in my arms.

The judge froze, then looked at the guards and quietly nodded.
The door opened. A young woman with a tired face entered the courtroom.
In her arms she held a small baby.

She came closer. The police removed the handcuffs.
The man carefully took the child, as if afraid he might accidentally harm him.

Tears rolled down his cheeks — the first in many years.
He pressed the baby to his chest, quietly repeating:
— Forgive me… forgive me…

The judge, the jury, the guards — everyone remained silent.
The silence was so deep that you could hear the baby breathing softly.
But at that very moment something unexpected happened.
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Suddenly the man raised his eyes:

— I must tell the truth. I didn’t kill that person. My brother did… He was drunk then, I just couldn’t turn him in, and I took the blame.

A whisper passed through the courtroom.
The judge turned pale.
The wife covered her mouth with her hand, pressing the baby to her chest.

— I thought I could live with it, far from my family and my son.
But when I hold him… — he looked at the baby, — I understand that my family is more important than anything.

The judge ordered the hearing to stop.
A week later, the case was reopened.

And the photograph taken that day went around all the newspapers — in it, a man in prison uniform is holding his son in his arms.

At that moment, he was no longer a criminal.
He was a father who finally decided to tell the truth.