I leave the dorms of my school for the summer. Finally going home... I've been homesick all semester. Anticipation fills me as I get closer to my destination. The moment the building enters my view my stomach crawls into my throat. It's fine. I'm just excited. I'm just anxious about what has changed without me. My hand hovers over the doorknob. The door opens from the other side. My father stands in the frame. A cold sweat runs down my back. He smiles and opens his arms for a hug. I reciprocate the gesture. I hate how his arms feel around me. I feel trapped. At supper I feel unable to get a word out. I don't want to be here. Why did I miss this place? I am constantly invalidated. I hide away and spend most of summer vacation out of the house with friends.
