Although I never returned to the orphanage, a piece of my heart always remained with those who had been left behind.
Why do so many bad parents exist?
It was a question that I had thought about often over the years, yet I was never able to find an answer. Was it really that difficult to love your child? Of course, I was aware that there were any number of circumstances that could lead to a mother or father being separated from their baby, and a lot of them were more than understandable. In the depths of my heart, however, I knew that I would never be able to sympathize with anyone who had abandoned their child—no matter the reason. Since I didn’t have any experiences of my own to draw on, I wasn’t quite sure what made someone a good parent—but I definitely knew what they weren’t. Plus, I was well aware of what a child needed to grow up happily, having craved those things for most of my life.
“I would never let them feel lonely,” I quietly vowed to myself.
