There must be something wrong with my computer screen, because it went all blurry when I read this. My parents adopted my younger brother and I shortly after my fifth birthday. I was old enough at the time to recognize the second chance I'd been given and was finally able to have a happy childhood. Even still, it took a long time to get over the hurt my biological parents caused me. My new family was there to support me every step of the way. 16 years later, I'm one semester from graduating from University. Mom and dad couldn't be prouder. Thanks, Wil, for reminding us of what it means to be a parent.