The Nutty
What if it isn't though?
What if going home and closing the door traps you inside a dwelling with people that are a little bit nutty? What if day after day you walked around on eggshells, peeking around the corner to see if the coast is clear before you walked into a room? I think about that a lot lately. Being stuck inside a home where you're not encouraged to flourish is like living day after day in living hell.
Not everyone is lucky enough to have an owl watching over them.
So what does that kid do?