After living at home for almost three weeks, surrounded by my family who seem to only think about their needs and what’s happening in their own lives, I’ve come to realize how little they really know about me. And worst of all, not one of them has even taken the time to ask me if I’m painting, if I’m doing well in school. No one cares to see where I live. Caramel says it’s probably because I never invited them into my life. I tell her if they wanted to know they’d ask. Believe me, they’re not shy.
