remember those warm nights we had in July. we're you laughed and cooked on the grill. we had the lights up around the doors and tiki torches everywhere. you'd laugh and play oldies music and dance with mom. those were times i liked being with my family. i liked that we were home on a Saturday night. i liked the music and the food and the laughter. but tonight, when they tried to reenact those nights, out on the deck, it was different. the lights were dim and there was no music or laughing. it was just the three of us. and i hated it. so i left. they think I'm simply being a teenager, but in reality, being with them out there, is just to painful for me. maybe they've forgotten, but i haven't. not yet.