The last couple of years that I lived with my parents, my dad called me 'The Lost Boy'. He'd announce me this way as I woke up, or got home from anywhere. When visiting relatives last year, my mother tried spreading that I'm a devil worshipper. I'm a Hermetist; the (good parts of the) Bible speaks to me more than it does to them. 😂 The funny part is when they'd team up on me and immediately disagree on everything. Honestly kind of hurts my heart, but then, most details of their relationship does. Gotta laugh somewhere. 🖤✨