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Where do you think you're going? The bedroom. You're sleeping in the garage. I went to prison for forging checks. While I was behind bars, I built a drilling machine. That invention earned me an early release. The day I was finally free, I went straight home. But the moment I walked through the front door, I realized there was no longer a place for me and my own family. My wife looked at me with a cold expression. The way she welcomed me felt more like pity than love. The house reeked of cigarette smoke. I opened my older son's bedroom door and found him sitting there with a cigarette hanging from his mouth, staring me down without the slightest intention of hiding it. He wouldn't even call me dad. Hey, pops. Einstein! Let me look at you. Thankfully, my younger son still remembered me. The instant he saw me, his face lit up. He had grown almost as tall as I was, and he was still wearing the sneakers I'd given him before I went to prison. It was the only thing that brought me any comfort. Later the whole family sat down to talk. I spread my blueprints across the table and laid out a complete plan for how we could make money together. Not a single person believed in me. My heart sank. I picked up my suitcase and headed for the bedroom, but my wife stopped me and told me to sleep in the garage instead. I didn't argue. Instead I turned the garage into my workshop. The next day, I took my invention out and happened to run into my old friend Jack. At that moment, I finally realized the real reason I'd been released early. Later, I went to see the director at his house. The moment he saw me, he demanded that I pay back the $2,000 I owed him. I'd just gotten out of prison and didn't have a penny to my name. After that, I went to a rocket company. Jerry, who had always claimed to be a senior engineer, turned out to be nothing more than a janitor. Disappointed, I turned to leave. Just then, a thief rushed over and rode off on my bicycle. That was the moment I realized everything that day had gone completely wrong.