Today I went back. Mom needed apples, it was a simple trip. I went back to the place that I dreaded going to for the past two years, with different emotions this time. Didn't realize how emotional it would be for me. As I walked out, I felt so sad, so nostalgic. A place that I devoted my sweat, blood, tears, scars to does not even remember me. I was the most valued employee, but since I no longer work there, I am forgotten. It is a horrible feeling to be forgotten. People who I called friends have moved on because they no longer saw me every day. My boss who called me his favorite has found another. They have moved on, and I am still stuck in the same place, unable to change or forget the past. I am a rock in a stream, with water passing over me and myself deeply rooted in what could have been.