Alone on my own little island. Others can hear me calling and screaming, but I’m so far away that they can’t understand. All alone. All alone.

Sitting on my bed at my dad’s house wishing I could be with my mom. Seeing kids with both parents at ice cream socials and wishing my dad was there.

In my heart, I know my parents didn’t get married for a reason. I know they weren’t compatible. But still, I wish they had. I wish I could have a normal life. I wish I didn’t have to leave Wilmington every other weekend. I wish I could see both Mom and Dad on all holidays.

Most of all, I wish there was someone who understood. Someone in a little boat who rows from their island to mine so that neither of us are alone.