Today my mom had surgery. I was literally in the hospital all day long. I was all kinds of stressed when I went back to campus and hadn’t eaten all day. So my ginger prince went with me to Wendy’s. I really didn’t want to be alone. It felt more right than anything in the world. He didn’t make me talk and the silences just felt comfortable. He’s beginning to feel like home to me. And that is incredibly hard to say.