I’m sorry, but you shouldn’t be here. You should be with your mom. I don’t know how to take care of you like she does, can’t fix your lunch for school, don’t know which foods you aren’t supposed to eat, what pills you’re supposed to take, even how to fill your prescriptions or who your doctor is. I’m no good for you and besides, she needs you more than I do. I’m set in my ways, eat what I want when I want, wash my clothes or not when I feel like it. I can’t be responsible for you or anyone else. I can barely be responsible for me, do you get that? You can’t stay with me. You have to go home, to your mother, to where you belong. Not here. Not with me. I’m no good for you.