I know that when you were thrust into our household, I told you to run away, but I'm glad that you didn't, or more accurately, couldn't. I have felt like an outcast in this whole family for so long and I felt like you understood me, even through silence. Even during that stifling road trip in that stupid excuse for a van, at least I felt like I wasn't alone. A part of me died when you and Olive showed me that I was color blind, further killing my dream of being a pilot, and I'm still not sure what I can do in its place. But you showed me that the kind of support that a family can force upon you is the kind that can save your life. I don't know if I would've found that kind of lesson in Nietzsche... although I could've tried I suppose.
I know you had to stay with us in order to save your life, and keep you somewhat sane. But I feel like your prescence helped to save MY life. I hope our relationship as uncle and nephew can continue into the future. But that doesn't mean we need to stay roommates anymore...