My parents' divorce reshaped our family – but it wasn’t the end of their story | Madelaine Lucas
When Madelaine Lucas's parents broke up, their home wasn't broken. Instead, it became malleable and expansive - and taught her how love can endure
Last year, when my mother was recovering from back surgery, she sent me a photo of my father in her kitchen in Sydney, making soup.
To anyone else, it would look like an image of an ordinary domestic moment: my father standing by the sink, crowded with the usual clutter - sponge, vegetable peeler, bottle of Morning Fresh, knife poised above a half-head of cauliflower on the chopping board. But to me it was like looking through a window into another life, one we might have shared if my parents had stayed together instead of separating 30 years ago. Somewhere outside the picture's frame: my stepdad, who would be playing drums for my father at a gig that weekend, and my two teenage half-brothers.
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