Waking up every Sunday morning to the smells of cooking. Cold glasses of milk to down the pancakes and bacon. Getting dressed to make a perfect presentation of yourself or your family. Riding in a car shoulder to shoulder with your young and older brothers. The same routine every week for many years, the repetitiveness of being woken up in the middle of a deep sleep, many days have been spent restless at the church that family and I use to attend. My seat sits empty during all of the celebration going on around it. Cold and bitter, cobwebs under the seat where I used to carve animals into the back of the seat in front of me and blame it on my brothers. I needed change, a lot of it, soon. When the change did come around it was a whole new world. Different happinesses in this sad world. Seeing old faces with the same old look was finally changed now I see happy faces, new people, different clothing, different lifestyles. A whole new world that I knew nothing