【轻阅读，看世界】When did you realize exactly who your son or daughter really was?

My life was shattered. The toxic woman I had been involved with had nearly succeeded in destroying me. There was nothing left. I was in shambles. All the money, all the savings, my job, and my friends were all gone. And now the house and car were going to be repossessed.

My body was alive, but my soul had been hijacked. It was all I could do to hang on.

My 8 year old son Avi was all that remained. I had managed to protect him, even though there was nothing left of me. I would have given my life to keep him from harm.

When Avi’s birthday came I was unable to get him much more than a card. We were in survival mode and I had to use what was left just to keep us alive.

“I’m sorry Avi,” I told him. “I can’t buy you anything for your birthday.”

He looked up at me and smiled. And then told me something I have never forgotten, nor have I ever failed to give him.

“Dad,” he said. “Kids don’t want stuff…they want love.”