The Ride

"This isn't my house."
"It may not be your house now, but it was."
"This isn't where I wanted to go. I want nothing to do with that place."
"This is where you need to go, so I brought you. You know you need to be here."
"He wants nothing to do with me."
"Are you sure?"
Was I? I'd thought about it before. Did he really want me? Could he be forgiven? Could I?
I decided he could. I got out, walked up to the door, and knocked.
The old man who lived there answered.
"Hello Dad. I'm home."