Annastya Nur Azizah

A broken home hurts more than a broken heart

Once upon a time, there was this kid named Max. Now, Max wasn't your typical happy-go-lucky youngster. He carried around a weight heavier than his backpack full of textbooks. See, Max came from what folks called a "broken home." His parents split when he was barely old enough to spell "divorce." And boy, did it sting.