I think about it alot
I wonder what it's like to grow up in a home—a real home. A neighborhood. Not in one apartment after another. With parents that care what happens to you. Parents who save for your college and make sure you go to the dentist and doctor and show up for your school stuff. Who make sure you move on comfortably in life. So that when you move on in life that's what you expect and that's what you get. Not ones who give up so you end up worse off. I wonder what life is like when you have parents like that. I wish I did.