CHILD OF DIVORCE
I remember the floor plan of every place I’ve ever been to but the ones that stick out the most are those I’ve cried in, felt damaged in, was broken in, and forgotten in.
My parents divorced when I was 3 years old and I don’t recall ever seeing them interact in what would be considered, a “normal” home life. Flying between Hialeah, FL and Union City, NJ alone since I was 5, I cried some nights wishing I knew what home truly meant. What home did I really have?
Many might say that I was lucky to have both but the damage has already been done. The box that I was once in from both sides is frozen, timeless, and unforgettable. Permanently etched into my story are the bedrooms I hated the most and the heartbreak that was never truly heard with the door closed.
12’ X 12” SET of 4
WOOD BOX FRAME