You start to cry.
It has been years since you've seen this letter. It is the only thing your parents have left for you. Despite it being such a short letter, the only names on it are of yours and your grandfather. This is heartbreaking for you. It gives you nothing for you to go off of in order to find them.
You never knew either of them, but you would love to.
You keep rereading the line about your parents loving you forever. You wonder if they would still love the person you've become. The person who convinces their best friend that she would think that their cousin is a slur. The person who shuts out all attempts for other people trying to get closer to them, using tactics of hate, fear, and threats of suicide. The person who shows only emotions of nihilism. The person who doesn't even know who their own parents are.
...
You take several moments to cry.