The worst thing about coming home
is walking around the house, the backyard, the driveway, and realizing how much has changed in my absence.
How much my mom, my dad, my sister, my neighborhood and especially me- have all changed in the two years that I’ve been out of the picture. Everything hit me at once and the reality of it all hurt almost too much to bare, but I’ve realized I don’t have a choice.
So I just stood in my driveway and let the tears run down my face.