The lost years exile from home

It was bad for him living in the lonely house, far away from anyone he knew.  Worse still the living conditions were unfair.  He shared a room with his father while his sister had a room of her own, although she was thrown between his strange room with his father and the grandparents room.  His brother had a "wing" built onto the house where in time, he would face a bizarre type of corruption at only 11 years of age.  But even that was far off.
An adult would wonder about this arrangement.  Was it that his father was worried about him or did his father need someone there? Either way it was a strange way to live.  Long after this the strange life of father would result in the father's early death at his own hand.  How many days and ho many minutes or hours did the father hold that pistol before he had the nerve to shut off his pain forever.  What thoughts did he have of his family, those who loved and depended on him as he held the heavy key to escape his pain, it's cylinders filled with instant relief; but only for those with the nerve to pull the trigger.
But it was only a place for weekends and holidays as it would turn out.  Those weekends would be lonely affairs and those two years would be among the worst of his life; although at the end there would be a very strange transformation.  But this is not about the transformation, this is about the lost years.
Without any real information, he was taken to a dormatory.  it wasn't even out of town.

For the next two years while most other children would have breakfast at home, even with a family that didn't pay much attention to one another, he would eat his meals in a dining room.  He would march to it and if truth be told, the food was good a plentiful.
But others would get home for dinner, sometimes just take out from a McDonalds, and sit around the dining room and eat with their families who would laugh and fight, talk and watch television.  But he would not.  He would not sit down one school night with a family for two long years, not one breakfast maybe never again.