(via my personal Instagram)
when I was my sons age my parents split. i remember everything. I remember not being very upset. my dad worked a lot so I was my mother's shadow - I hung out with her most of the time & as long as their divorce wasn't going to disrupt our bond I was cool with it. I remember driving away from dad as he looked on, it was sad. my mother and I got our own place & I remember how it looked, I remember my Nintendo, the bed, my stuffed animals, my insane miniature toy collection from my happy meals, my books, our clothes, shoes, kitchen appliances, furniture. one rare night while my mom was out with her girlfriends and I was hanging out with one of my uncles our apartment building caught on fire. everything I knew in my 5 years of existence was gone. we had so many photos, we kept them in this big cardboard box, that's all that was left of our possessions. ironically, I am a photographer. we lost mostly everything but we didn't lose each-other. I learned so much as a young age that has carried over into my adult life. we recuperated rather quickly thanks to volunteers, donations & humanitarian efforts & organizations. I said all of that to these things, if you can help a family or anyone in need, please do. every little bit helps in the long run. my mom is courageous as hell. & also at the end of the day we don't need all this STUFF.