I understand that. My family was different as I was growing up, too. I didn't have a father, I had a hundred fathers, and I didn't have a home, I had a thousand homes or more, and I like my life and I don't feel I've missed anything.
We;re different, you and I, but also we're the same. You're alive in a world of ghosts. I'm a halfbreed gypsy who lives where I do my business. We're both too young. But maybe... we can still give each other an anchor. Or at the very least, a friend.