“My father takes my hand as he ushers my mother up the steps to the White House. I glance down at my hand in his. I suddenly feel like a parasite that has lost its host. My parents were my original hosts, then I transferred to Robin, and now the only way to ensure my survival is to transfer back to my parents. Although I’m holding my father’s hand, I can’t seem to transfer back. I am lost.” MemoirWhite HouseRonald Reagan Book:Honestly, She Doesn't Live Here Anymore Source: Honestly, She Doesn't Live Here Anymore