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My mother, resting on the other side, had me when she was fourteen and a half. When I was five months old, she became pregnant with my brother and was bedridden with health complications. My parents decided to put me in my paternal grandparents' care. I grew up with my grandparents till I was eleven. While my grandparents loved me endlessly, I held on to a grudge towards my parents for leaving me. However, after more than fifty decades, I rethink my old grudge as I watch family structures change in the modern world and families broken. I am thankful that my parents did not split up when in trouble, but held the family bond, one that I could join when it was the right time. My parents and grandparents have passed, and I pray for their souls to rest in peace. Thank you for the space to share my story.

All these days it seems I was in confusion regading my intuition. But reading the mails on other people's intuition has given me firm belief in mine. Thankyou for showing the light.