After that meeting, I felt compelled to learn more about my own past. I searched through old records and documents, hoping to find clarity. What I discovered suggested that my early life had been more complicated than I’d been told, shaped by decisions made long before I could understand them. The realization was painful, but it also brought perspective. While my understanding of my past shifted, one truth remained steady: connection matters. Through this unexpected discovery, I gained a relationship that had been missing from my life. Even amid confusion and unanswered questions, finding my brother gave me something meaningful—a chance to rebuild, to learn, and to move forward with a fuller understanding of who I am.
