My parents and I spent most of the weekend talking.
Later, on the plane, I relived the moment in my thoughts.
Being paranoid around my own family sucked.
My health had been deteriorating for a few weeks.
Cal said no thanks and no, and finally lost his temper.
Deep down, I knew that I was constitutionally and emotionally like Cal, but the truth of that, and the possible consequences of being considered strange at age 7 or 12, seemed terrifying.
I arrived late on a Friday night.