At the age of 17, I experienced the loss of my grandpa, a moment that remains vivid in my memory.
I had just returned home from school when my mother, who typically worked night shifts and seldom had time to talk with us, gathered me and my two sisters for an unusual family meeting.
As she took a deep breath, I knew something was wrong.
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