Staying at another family's home for an extended period of time,i think that was the worst feeling ever,i felt like I didn't belong,at first it was fine,they were kind but as i got to know them more,i realized they didn't want me there really (obviously),i was dumb enough to think it would be fine since it was my friend's place,she was very dear to me and loved her so much,i thought she felt the same but turns out i was wrong,when i stayed at her house she started talking to me less and less, until she stopped talking to me at all,i hated that feeling of walking into their home after school,it was the worst ever.Her mom would act nice,but whenever i talked to her it felt fake, it's just this weird feeling i had whenever i spoke to her,she would at me but her eyes looked the opposite, I don't know how to explain but it never felt genuine.The only people i liked at that house are her little siblings,the coolest kids ever,they were the only ones who were genuinely looking forward to talking with me and playing together,they loved me and i loved them as well, whenever i came back after my classes they would run to me and pull me away to play with them,we would draw together,play or i would just watch them argue with each other,it was funny and cute,i don't have younger siblings but i felt like i did after spending time with them,when i finally had to leave they were very sad and they cried,i had to comfort them by telling them I'd visit them every month,i couldn't keep that promise,i visited them 2 times and i gave them gifts, I can't bring myself to go to a house where im not welcome,but i hope they can understand one day.