 So I go up to the house. My mom's sitting on the couch. She's not, because my mom's like, hey, I don't condone you leaving or whatever. I'm not urging that. So I'm going to stay out of the way and trust God, blah, blah, you know, and everything. So she stays out of the way, and I tell my mom. I'm kind of feeling torn, like, hey, Mom, I'm not, you know, I'm on both of y'all. My mom says, I understand. I said, God's leading me to do this. I help him pack. He's talking to me. He leaves. He comes back about six months later just to visit, and he's bragging about,