I grew up a military brat. When my parents had two very small children (before they had 4) we were moving from an Air Force base in California to one in Louisiana.
My parents had loaded every single thing they owned in a moving van with the intention of leaving in the morning.
It was stolen. STOLLEN. Everything, every stick of furniture, every bit of clothing, every dish, every single thing.
The insurance money paid their student loans and they moved on. Of course, they have new furniture now.
What couldn’t be replaced were the baby pictures. My brother and I grew up without …read more