When I was four years old, my mother sat me on a bench inside a church and said, “Stay here. God will take care of you.” Then she turned around and walked away, smiling, hand in hand with my father and sister. I was too stunned to even cry—I could only sit there and watch them leave me behind. But twenty years later, they walked into that very same church, looked straight at me, and said, “We’re your parents. We’ve come to take you home!”