My home is broken but not in the usual way. My parents never had a place to live. My dad missed most of my life, and my mom never cared, to busy trying to make ends meet. I was left at my grandparents. I was cared for there, loved even. But I wasn’t normal. When I said I didn’t live with my parents everyone thought they were divorced, hard to be divorced when you’re not even married. Slowly it got better, slowly my parents settled down. I still don’t live with them, but at least I can see them on the weekends.