My friend was brought home three days ago. He agreed to take home with his parents. My entire family is sooo happy and clapping their hands sighing "thank God" while I'm on the verge of puking every time they tell someone he's back home....
He was tired of school.
Whenever someone brings up a topoc which I dislike I keep passive. I shut up like a clam and just sit there trying to keep their voices out of my head.
I like the way my friend got from place to place. Walking and hitching rides. None of my family members seem able to relate (except my brother and cousins) they are all schocked.
Mu dad keeps shouting up about how the boy should be allowed to do as he wishes. Be a carpenter, plumber or whatever. They try to rationalize his ways, but in the end I don't think they understand it one bit.
I keep wondering how they will react this Summer when I leave for a different continent for who lnows how long.
The first thing my grandpa said was: "You can find gold over there!"
Sure, that's why I'm going..........
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