Hootie's right. I mean, it sounds cold to those of us who have the ability to be emotional about it, but he's right.
I grew up being raised by my aunt and uncle. Never knew my Dad, and my Mom was in a severe car accident when I was a child and sustained major brain damage and was unable to raise me. I didn't get a dime, and I don't look back thinking "Boy, I'd give it all up to have my mommy again!" Life happens, and I was young enough to rebound from it, and I actually remember my mother. Zoey will never know who they are outside of pictures and reading the tragic tale.
Grammar: The difference between knowing your shit, and knowing you're shit.