Ok, maybe I haven’t been so clear about something. And truth is, I’m not that clear on it myself. I mentioned that my parents went away—well—you see—ugh, it’s so hard to talk about this, even now.

I don’t know what happened to my parents. It’s simple as that. I just don’t know—Grandfather’s never spoken about it, even when I’ve dared to ask. And the worst part is, I can’t even clearly remember them, because of my terrible memory. And I feel really terrible about that…

I try not to think about it, because it makes me sad. And I’m not sure I want to know—I mean, what could it be? It’s obviously something bad, isn’t it? Why would they leave us? Where would they go?

I mean, it has to be something bad.