Both my dad, and my mom past away when I was very young, my dad died of a heart attack and three years later my mom died of cancer..I was six. My five older brothers and I were separated And I became a ward of the state being shuffled from one family to the next until I was 18. Throughout that Time I was abused repeatedly except for a short time when I was about 11 and I lived with a family who was pretty good to me but that didn’t last very long because my foster dad died of a drug over dose and my foster mom couldn’t take care of me in addition to her own kid so I was sent away again. I’m now 44 and I still long for parents....not necessarily mine, but just anyone. It really makes me angry with myself that I can’t just let it go.