I wasn't really aware, at 8 years old, of what anything that had just happened meant for anyone involved.
So when my mother, once I returned from 'exile', tearfully confessed to me the reason why she had sent me off and out of the way, I distinctly remember feeling out of tune emotionally with the drama that was obviously playing around me.
As she hugged me crying, if anything I had a little envy for my sister, who was off seeing new things and had simply - in my mind - decided to take a trip, no drama involved.