Wishes can't fix what was done to you. Even if you pray until your throat is sore and your voice is gone, you will never go back to being the boy you used to be.
Somehow, you've learned to be okay with this. Not all of the changes were for the worse and if it makes the pain a even little more bearable, you will remind yourself of the silver lining until the day your bones are dust. Even if you long for the days when his voice didn't ring in your ears and his presence absent from your nightmares.
You've learned to find pieces of home and the warmth and comfort that entails in the laughter of your closest friends, the smiles from the boy you never plan to leave behind, in a house that's more than just somewhere you sleep.
You know what love is now, and nothing will ever take that from you.