It had been raining that day. It was raining, raining, for God's sake. Yet they still did it. Who does something like that? It had been cold and windy and raining, yet still they went through with it.

I don't really remember them. Of course not, they didn't stick around long enough to form any lasting memories. I'm sure I was crying when it happened, but it's not like I can say what kind of people they were.

Wait, no, I take that back. Yes, I can tell you what kind of people they were. What kind of horrid, awful people they were. She tells me I'm too forgiving, but I don't know if I could ever let this one go.

Then again, though. What if they had valid reasons? What if they didn't have the money, or if they knew I'd be much happier and better off somewhere off? I hope that was the case. And if so, I think I would like to meet them someday.

To tell them they chose a nice spot for me. To tell them I had a happy childhood, a comfortable life. To thank them for giving me the chance to meet her.

But then again, what kind of people abandon their own child?