I love my parents. They're the best, really. They sent me a care package to calm my after-exam stress levels. One of the things they sent was knee-high argyle socks. They're amazing because they remember things from eons ago. When I was in sixth grade, I decided that argyle socks are really cool and they make me feel good about school stuff. And they remembered that! <br /><br />They remember everything, really. I once called my mom to tell her about a blue jay I saw out my window and how it reminded me of the nest of them that lived in the lamp outside of our house when I was really little, and months later, she sent me a card in the mail with a blue jay on it. Another time, my dad and I went to the Museum of Science and Industry and I spent a lot of time in the Jade section, explaining to him the history and significance of it in Chinese culture and all of that. Then, years later, he gave me a jade pendant for my birthday. He said he saw it and remembered that trip to the museum. I could probably give a hundred examples of this. And a hundred more of times when I've done similar things for them.  <br /><br />It's remembering these little details, things that didn't even seem significant at the time, that really make me feel special and loved, more than any huge, grand gesture that they could give. I wonder if they feel the same way. I hope they do.