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“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.” — Pamela Wick
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.