My parents.

I was in my 50’s before it dawned on me that some people actually had *good* parents who didn’t treat them like enemies when they were little kids.

Anon:

I work as a nanny now, and I feel a little jealous of the kids I nanny because they have parents who love them and I didn't. I went into childcare specifically to be the kind of adult I needed but didn't have when I was their age. Seeing "my" kids be excited to see their parents and how their parents put effort into their physical and emotional wellbeing heals me a little bit every time.