I messed up. No matter how much I beg for forgiveness, I am doomed to walk alone. The shock of abandonment made me wonder how to react. Do I stay where I am and wait for someone to find me? Do I fake my death and escape to some other city, province, or country? Perhaps homelessness is better than being seen as a failure. No matter how cold I become, how hungry I get, or how much my feet ache; it will not hurt more than being disowned. It’s only a matter of time before I end up back home. Hello mom. Hello dad. It’s me. Your pathetic excuse of a child.