Although my father and I hadn’t resolved our conflict outside of the house, I still went back inside. At first, I didn’t know why I had done such a thing when it had been perfectly acceptable for me to go ahead leave, but here I was, inside of the house again. Unlike the silence that had filled each and every space before, it was now a buzz of noise, people constantly talking to one another, and laughing about goodness knows what their topic of conversation was. I had forgotten how different I had been in comparison to these people.
It was one of the things that had made it so easy for me to stay away for as long as I had, without feeling so much as an ounce of regret for doing so. It was just something that was never going to change, because I wasn’t going to change in order to fit in w
