“Most days I go home cryingand my dad tells mewelcome to the real world.”

“The day my dad left my mom and I was the second saddest day of my life. The saddest day was the next day, when he returned home.
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“Leave the door open," my dad said, the second most common warning in his arsenal. Right behind, "Nash, go home.”

“What the monkey!” My dad slammed through my door and burst into my room wearing nothing but his bathrobe.We all looked up at him in surprise. “You tell us,” I said.“Oh.” My dad actually looked sheepish. “It’s one o’clock in the morning and I was going to tell you to shut the monkey up and go to bed. I didn’t realize what wasgoing on in here.”“What’s going on in here?” Cameron asked suspiciously.“Maturity.” My dad backed out of the room and closed the door.”

“the real world was only a dream, only an echo, and in silent moments throughtout the day it would hit me: i am not at home here.”

“Oh.” My dad actually looked sheepish. “It’s one o’clock in the morning and I was going to tell you to shut the monkey up and go to bed. I didn’t realise what was going on in here.”“What’s going on in here?” Cameron asked suspiciously.“Maturity.” My dad backed out of the room and closed the door.”