I nearly wept when I saw this.

It was one of the last days in Europe and I was in a perpetual mood of feigned interest. Interest in the scenery; interest in what my dad had to say about Europe and about the evils of capitalism. I was torn between just wanting to leave to go back home where I knew I could at least avoid my family, and wanting to get away from my failed expectations of what I though Europe would bring. I thought I'd see something new in my dad, but I didn't. I thought I'd see something new in my sister, but she will never change. They are so alike it's no wonder they can't stand being around each other. The only reason either of them agreed to come on a trip together (which hadn't been done since I was about twelve) was that that I would be there; to moderate, which I hate more than anything.
I even tried to get out of the trip; when we couldn't find my passport I almost smiled, I suddenly felt that I would get out of having to babysit my sister and father for the next few weeks abroad. My dad almost started crying. He began screaming because of the passport and I told him to stop, that there would be another time to go. After that my step-mom pulled me aside to tell me that the only reason he set up this trip was so that he could see me. I almost felt ashamed for not wanting to go. Then we found it, it had been at my dad's office the whole time. I didn't know what to think. My dad was so happy he really did have tears in his eyes. I felt sick.





Gahhhh. I'll have to finish later.