The last fond memory I have of my parents is that day at the zoo when I was little. I had an ice cream cone in one hand, and my parents took pictures of me next to a huge giraffe. Then they left. I remember waving goodbye to them from the door as they drove away for their vacation. I remember jumping around the house, doing whatever I wanted. I remember crying at night thinking “What if they never come back?”

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