When I was in the eighth grade, we were learning about the Holocoust in depth.

To culminate our lessons about Nazi Germany, a Holocaust survivor came in to talk to our entire class. She told us her heartbreaking story about enduring the horrors of the concentration camps. When she finally escaped, she said all she wanted to do was hug her parents. But she found out later that they both died from starvation. Her voice broke when she told us. Everyone in the room was in tears. She ended her speech with, “Please. For me. Go home and hug your parents. Tell them you love them.” That day was so moving. It changed my life. I never go a day without telling my parents how much I love them.

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