Sometimes you find out people aren't who you thought they were- or who you hoped they were. When this happens it isn't always a big deal. But once or twice (hopefully not too many times) you will look at your own flesh and blood and wish you were staring at a stranger.
And then on the drive home you'll cry for (seemingly) no reason. When you finally figure out why you are so sad, you'll only cry harder.
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