asking me to fix it. The same woman who threw me away was now begging me to help save her image. But I told her the truth: “You decided I didn’t belong. Now you have to live with that.” I reached out to Jason — not for her, but for us. And what I found was a brother who never had the chance to know the truth. We’re building a bond now,

slowly but surely — something real. Something Mom never gave either of us. In the end, family isn’t just about blood. It’s about who stays. Who chooses you. Grandma chose me. And in her final act of love, she gave me back the brother I lost. Some wounds don’t fully heal. But around the scars, love can still grow.