I realized then that I was unlovable

Lost childhood...

harsh times … but look up there is some luck sparkling in the trees …

this is heart wrenching because it is so untrue, but the boy may become a man and never realize that sometimes parents are just a-holes! i am reminded of a poem by one of my favorite poets, Theodore Roethke https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/43330/my-papas-waltz ↗️

Brilliant

Dreadfull...

Whoa! You truly captured the feeling! Intense image.I like how those bare trees in the fog up ahead touch & seem to intersect. I guess one has to follow the path and simply go through it to realize they are loved and are love. Reflections, literally and figuratively.

ouch- GREAT , MOVING.