It's the first time I'm coming back to my parents' house after 10 years. I left when I was 7, because my parents sent me to live at my aunt's house because of something bad I did. I was friends with our neighbors's daughter. And it was apparently the most terrible thing I could have done. She was my best friend, but all my time at my aunt's, we never talked.

As I'm getting out of the cab, the first thing I do is look at my neighbors' house. I wonder if she still lives here. But I don't have time to think about it, my mom run to me and hug me. As if she wasn't the one who sent me away for 10 years.