I didn´t even notice, I found myself standing before my old High school. I saw some people and children running to get home to their families. Home? Something I never really understood what it means really, a place I long for but don't feel I deserve it. I didn´t have a real home or family to run to when I needed love and comfort; all because of one person, my own father.
I didn´t know why I came here, but I think there must be a reason. Why I was standing here before the gates to enter my old school.