Om man är intresserad ...
... av människor, då rekommenderar jag verkligen humansofny att följa på Instagram.
Det är bilder av människor i New York som berättar om sina liv.
Och sina tankar.
Så här t.ex. berättar en färgad man som på bilden står och håller i en pensel:
“I
think one of the neighbors had beef with my mother. Because one day
when my mom went to the store, and left us alone for just a few minutes,
child services came and took us away. My sister and I got split up. I
got sent to a group home. It was like a prison-- everybody there was
looking out for themselves. I’d call my mother and cry on the phone but
she’d just say she was sorry, and there was nothing she could do, and
she was trying. After a few months, my sister and I got moved into a
foster home. Our foster mother was this old lady named Ms. Elizabeth.
She let our mother come visit us even though she wasn’t supposed to. And
she took us to church and prayed with us, and every Sunday she’d cook
us a huge dinner and completely deck out the table like it was
Thanksgiving. It was like some movie shit. We’d never had anything like
that before. Even when we moved back with our mother, we would alway
visit Ms. Elizabeth up until the time she passed away."
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