When I was four years old, my mother sat me down on a pew 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 my sister. I was too stunned to even cry; I could only sit there and watch as they left me behind. But twenty years later, they walked into that same church, looked me straight in the eyes, and said, “We’re your parents. We’ve come to take you home.”