11 Life disrupted When I was thirteen, my grandfather died. A heart attack. He was sixty. I didn’t understand death yet. My life got disrupted. My father took me away from my grandmother. From the life I knew and felt safe. I was taken far away to a place I’d never been. A family I’d never met. It took me a long time to get used to them. I found out it was my father’s ancestral home. Three generations living under one roof. When I was seventeen, a cousin told me that my parents had been on the verge of divorce soon after I was born. I became obsessed to find out more. I started listening to bits and pieces of family conversations. Putting things together. Slowly. The stories were disturbing. I went through the different stages of grief. It came in waves. Still does. Then I met someone. And something wonderful I began to piece together bits of stories. They were disturbing.
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