This is the story of a miracle that never happened...
This is the story of a family...
This is the story of my handicapped brother...
Actually, I think it's the story of a storm...
I was 11 when my brother was born.
It was August 30, 1977.
It was the first time I ever saw my father cry.
We had to pray and, above all, be very good.
That was the day my father fell silent, and my mother stopped laughing.

