But, y'know... The really weird thing was when I stood in the hallway, talked to this servant lady who really hadn't changed a bit...

For an instant there, I actually thought he'd come and welcome me. Like I was a little brat all over again...

A moron, that's what I am. Left home, got chased out, spent all this time running away on my own... ...and after all this time, I just turn up without warning and expect a warm welcome? It's obvious when you think about it from his side of things.

I'm ashamed I got all worked up for no reas...