So after a couple of days away from my mom and sister, I come home and as usual when I come home. I feel like I don't belong. I mean I normally feel like this but the feeling this time is worse. It always on my mind for days after I normally come home, feeling like an outcast in my own house. Today just felt a little worse. Those moments when you realize you are an afterthought to someone and you have no one to talk about it to. My friends and other family members look at it like i'm complaining when I just need someone to talk to. Sunday is usually family day and they apparently cooked my favorite meal despite me not being home. I was told some was saved for me. But as I go through this container I can't help but realized some was saved for me as an after thought or looks like the scraps of someone's left overs.