You think you know your family. You grow up together, share meals, and laugh at the same silly jokes. You believe there are lines that must never be crossed… until one day, someone disregards those boundaries as if they never existed. And suddenly, you look at someone you thought you understood, and you ask yourself: “Who the hell are you?”
For me, that moment arrived when my brother Peter sat down beside me on the sofa and made an earth-shattering request concerning his two children. In the following pages, I will recount the painful journey of our family—a journey marked by loss, unhealed wounds, and the bitter realization that sometimes, even the
