I'm going home, it's time now. I've said goodbye to my new friends and am now preparing to meet my old ones. Or one, I should say. I'd be worried about what my dad might have to say when I get back, but I've heard from my aunt that he's finally accepted some guilt in this situation. Not for what happened but for past events, long before I was even born. I don't know if that should make me happy, but at least I know the changes are permanent now. I'm a small part in this context, and I forgive him. Remains to been seen how life will turn out when everything returns to normal, whatever that is.