Growing up, my family was always a bit dysfunctional. My parents argued constantly, and I often found solace in my room, away from the chaos. But there was one memory that stood out among the turmoil, a moment that still haunts me to this day. It was the day my father left, disappearing without a word, leaving my mother shattered and my siblings and me lost. The silence that followed his departure was deafening, and in that moment, I knew everything was about to change.
As the days turned into weeks and weeks into months, my family struggled to adjust to this new reality. My mother, once a vibrant and strong woman, seemed to wither away before my eyes, consumed by grief and uncertainty. My siblings and I tried to pick up the pieces, taking on more responsibilities than we should have at such a young age. But no matter how hard we tried, there was always a void in our lives, a sense of loss and abandonment that never fully went away.
