My Aunt Fou-ght 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 I realized someone wanted to take my six-year-old brother, Max, away from me. I promised at their graveside that I would never let that happen. But a week later, Aunt Diane and Uncle Gary—relatives who barely showed up…
