
My Aunt Fought for Custody of My Brother — But I Knew Her True Motives
The day after I buried my parents, I became an adult. Not because I turned eighteen, but because someone tried to take away the only family I had left. And I wasn’t going to let that happen. I never thought I’d be burying both my parents at just 18 years old. My little brother Max, who was only six, didn’t even understand they were gone for good. He still thought, “Mommy’s just on a long trip,” and it crushed me every time he asked when she was coming back. To