My son has called. He is leaving the hotel today and going to a hostel. Its not that I didn't know this would be the outcome so why do I feel so desperately heartbroken. How has this happened? My lovely boy. Privately educated, good grades the world at his feet to homeless in a hostel. Alone. He begged me to come home, saying 'how could I let him go to such a place', he said he hadn't eaten for two days, just cup a soup. I cannot describe the pain. I am just so so so sad.