Lack of understanding

When I was a small boy, I used to love coming to hotels for meals and be fascinated by the people who were staying there for work. I used to wonder what they did and where they came from. 

Many years later, as I sit in a hotel in a city thousands of miles away from home, I wonder if there's anyone looking and wondering where I'm from, where I'm going and how I'm doing. 

The answer to the last question is, I'm not doing well. In addition to everything that I've been through, there also seems to be a lack of understanding from some people of the ordeal I have gone through. There are those consoling eachother for the terrible ordeal they have gone through and I don't doubt that they did but they ask me to be considerate of them while forgetting that I was there when they were not. I was there for all those years....yes perhaps I could have been better and more supportive but atleast I never abandoned her like some.