I was only five when my life changed. My parents died brutally, leaving me with a weakened body and an entire existence to rebuild. The memories are blurry: my mother’s voice in the kitchen, my father’s smell on the way home from work, then the void.
The accident, I don’t remember. The consequences, yes. In the hospital, adults talked about orientations, solutions, placement. And then Julien came. My mother’s brother. He did not seek advice. He just said no. Not to strangers. No to the distance. No to abandonment.
He took me home with the determination of someone who had no idea what he was doing, but who was sure of one thing: he would stay.Learn to love differently
