So I came back.
Thinking what I felt in my heart for them, the strain of distance, was enough to let go of the separation.
Thinking that for once, I could expect their love for wanting me back.
Their monotony didn't let me down, I was yet the same outsider, separated by blood.
They never loved me. Even if they did, it wasn't even close to what I felt in my heart.
I was a mere pawn to their dart, whose presence or absence made as much difference.
To them I was nobody, when in knowing the world, I had given to them, most of my heart.
For once, it was all in vain. Worthless. I wasn't counting the worth, but whatever I was thinking was crumbing down today.
But she was the only one who understood. Even though we were never connected by blood, she acknowledged that some relations are beyond those by blood. She's the only one, my sister.
And then, I felt at home.