While I was gone, he was always there for me when I needed him. I tried to return the favor as much as possible, but I still felt like it wasn't enough. His world seemed to be falling apart, while at the same time mine was sewing itself back together. We both come from broken families, though I never talk about mine to the fullest extent and it’s not as broken as his was. Never the less, I understand where he comes from, and how he got to be where he is today. But some things I can't change even if I want to.
A few days after the subject of returning to Kenny Lake School came up, I began to realize that without me at school to give Harold the hugs, and the encouragement he needs, he was slowly starting to disengage himself from his work and progress. It seemed amazing to me that I could have that kind of impact on someone, and the fact that someone actually cared about me and what I did was almost overbearing. I also needed help with school, something that I wasn't getting at home. So when it all started falling into place in my head, I made a decision. I chose to come back to the place I previously wanted so terribly to get away from, because I'm my best friend's inspiration, and without him I'd be completely and utterly lost.