My Parents.

You’re always going to be a kid whenever you visit back home. Or at, least, that’s generally what I would have thought before the last five months.

This was the first time in my older years, as a college student, that I was reminded just how much my parents mean to me. Albeit for the wrong circumstances, seeing them now with much more life experience, having to deal with some of the most difficult experiences with each of them, just has…

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