are you happy out there, in this great wide world??

I'm sitting here, looking out of my window. . . There's a strange man standing beside a shiny black car parked right outside my house. He's waiting for something. I walk towards the window to get a better look, hiding behind the curtains so he doesn't catch me watching him. How embarrassing would that be??

This man is my father. His face telling me the story I'm so desperately trying to forget.

It's funny how relationships change. One day hes my hero, my role model, every bar of the person I want to grow to be.

But now its been 4 yrs, and I'm looking at this man who I don't know.. .

I see my brother walk up to him, get in the car and they drive off. . . chatting I assume, about school, and . . um I dunno, what do fathers talk about with their children again?? . .

But I'm watching this scene and I'm feeling ashamed of how relieved I am that I don't have to do what my dear brother just did. .