addressing the misunderstanding
Determined to clear up the misunderstanding, I gathered the family in the living room and began telling them everything from my perspective. Some people looked at me with curiosity, while others were suspicious. I took a deep breath, my heart beating from the weight of the situation. ‘I know you are hurt,’ I said, my voice unsteady but clear. ‘But there are things you should know about that day.’ The room grew hushed as they waited for my explanation.

Addressing The Misunderstanding
brandon’s overshadowing
I recounted how Brandon had eclipsed every key event in my life. ‘Every time I had an important moment, something came up with him,’ I remarked, scrutinizing their faces. ‘It wasn’t due to a lack of effort on my part to involve you,’ I explained, pausing to collect my thoughts. Their expressions varied—some understood, while others remained doubtful. I persisted, hoping to persuade them to my side.

Brandon’s Overshadowing