...so this is what you call "home"?

i thought this would be like the return of the prodigal son.

well, i guess in some ways, it has been...

except, there was no celebration, no open arms.

just piles of junk, the way i left them two years ago.

no one notices or cares when i come or when i go, 

and nothing changes after i have left.

i'm trying to understand why i'm here; 

trying to understand why i'm trying to make a difference.

the only thing that has changed is me.

how is that enough to change a whole family.

how is that enough to fix a whole family.

i don't know anything about these people.

knowing how they are is not knowing who they are.

strangers living under the same roof.

i've already lost my head twice.

i don't know how i'm supposed to do this.

"teach by example,

let your light shine,

do good to those who hurt you."

i'm trying.