My home in Los Angeles was so quiet that even the sound of the wind was absorbed. It wasn’t a happy calm, but a sign of “invisible tremors” that were accumulating without anyone saying a word. A joke that reached the family group. One reply that was not returned. And a short message sent in its place. All of this was supposed to flow as just a conversation. However, it was too much to be a coincidence. A newborn life and parents who cannot be hugged across the ocean. A girl who can’t go home even if she wants to. Even if I want to support my brother, I can’t reach him. And her husband is silent. No one is at fault. No one is doing anything. However, the sound of something definitely “shifting” was quietly but surely shaking the family’s core. A small light that was supposed to be a charity act suddenly illuminated the shadow of the family, revealing their outline in an unexpected way. Still, no one blames the shadow. However, which direction to go next is the only question that remains unanswered. This is not a scandal. It’s not even a conflict. This is a quieter, deeper story about the moment when the shape of a family begins to change.

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