Scars & Strength
Chapter 1 – The First Losses I first lost my grandma when I was in grade 3, in 2007, if I’m not mistaken. I was just a child, still learning the world, still learning life. Yet, life chose to teach me a lesson that no child should have to learn. Her smile, her voice, her laughter—suddenly gone. The house felt empty. My heart felt empty. I didn’t know how to cry properly then. I just felt a hollow that stayed with me. I remember trying to understand why she was gone. But I couldn’t. Children don’t have the answers. And then… the unimaginable happened. The same year, I lost my mother. The person who gave me life. The person who comforted me when I cried. The person I thought would always be there… She was gone. And if life wanted to break me even more, it did. On the morning of her burial, my little brother passed away. Three deaths. One year. Three pieces of my heart ripped out before I could even understand life. I remember the faces around me, crying, shouting, mourning. But inside me...