One day, a troubled relative came to visit, confiding in me about his family problems. He lamented that his marriage was falling apart. As I listened, I witnessed an unbelievable scene unfold before my eyes. I understood the loneliness of growing up without a father, but the overwhelming pain of losing a mother as well was beyond comprehension. Filled with anger and sorrow, I knew it was wrong—but by then, there was no turning back.