Life has a peculiar way of unraveling truths when we least expect it. I grew up believing the narrative my father had spun—one that claimed my mother died in a hospital after a long illness. That story, repeated throughout my childhood, became the cornerstone of my identity, a foundation built on grief and abandonment. Yet, as fate would have it, a chance encounter with someone I believed was long gone shattered that narrative and forced me to confront a painful, hidden past.
