Just Like a Newcomer?

Someone told me not to expect too much from my brothers and sisters. Having been gone for a year, I'm probably more akin to a newcomer than an old friend, she said.

I beg to differ.

If I were in fact a newcomer, I'd comfortably sit at home and wait for them to call me and care for me. I wouldn't get all antsy about nobody sparing the time to ring me up; I could just find other friends to hang out with.

But no. Instead, I'm stuck here at home, wondering if I ought to be calling them since they won't call me. Dilemma. Wondering whose responsibility it is to call.

Just like a newcomer? I think not.