I remember my parents a little bit. Most of what I remember is vague and inconsequential. They died when I was only in kindergarten. I remember hearing the news and not really understanding what it meant, only that my family wasn't going to be coming home ever again. I remember being sad, and crying a whole lot at the funeral, but I don't remember much else. I suppose I don't want to, though I wish I could remember my parents more. No family could take me in, or I had no family to take me in, I'm not sure, I didn't understand at the time, and so I was put up for adoption.