There was a good reason why I never wanted to go back home, but I guess in the two years I did not call home or even entertain the thought of going home made me forget the reason. In all the days I spent at home, the same strange eerie feeling that a lot of shit has happened in this site haunted me, much like the same way you feel the chills when you enter a haunted place. Spooks the fuck out of you… The domestic violence may have stopped for now, but the ego battles still take place and for the two years I was not a part of my family, I saved myself from being a war casualty. And I also being the fool that I am even went on a limb and hoped that things are finally turning over a new leaf. But for the last day, the taunts started again, the sarcasm inflicted pain one can never see the blood it bleeds. And to top it all, I found myself being transported to being a little boy all over again never quite understanding what the fight is all about. All this was at one side...