I am feeling so guilty. Dad is not feeling great. He is at home. And here I am. Putting some not so-required long hours at work. I hate this feeling. I am scared. I am lonely. And I am just terribly restless. I know deep within that this is nothing, but somewhere the work, the office, the career, the everything else, other than him, seems so pointless and stupid. I wanna go home. Like now!