It sustained me... I can't tell you how much their support meant to me when I was leaving and coming back and even while I was gone, there was a part of me that knew people were pulling for me.
It is a good deed to forget a poor joke.
I still frequent my parents' house. I go there to escape, back to the bedroom that I grew up in. Just to sit there and feel small.
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