I remember better times.

I remember when he used to hold her.

I remember when they used to laugh at each others jokes.

I remember when she used to put her arms around him.

I remember when they used to pray with each other.

I remember when they used to sit down to have dinner with us.

I remember when they used to take weeks to find the right gifts for each other.

I remember what it felt like to be one of the few "real" families left.

I remember when we didn't have to fight about who was invited to who's birthday party.

I remember when they used to be able to be in the same room with each other.

I remember when I was little I used to think, "We may be poor, but at least we have parents who love each other."