My eldest son is growing up. His parents are divorced and families, he is learning, can be complicated, but none the less amazing.
When he was 9 years old I found this scrap of paper in his bedroom. This is his family, from his perspective. There is mummy’s half and there is daddy’s half. The two are separate and there is a clear line drawn down the middle of his heart. Wow.
I kept the piece of paper. I can recall thinking, “is it something heartbreaking, or is it something beautiful?” I still don’t know the answer so I shall keep it until I do.
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