Cana, where memories of water turning into wine still echoed in hushed conversations, was home. I grew up watching the golden fields, the labor of my hands, my sweat ensuring their prosperity. But despite my dedication, I often felt overshadowed by the specter of my younger brother.
I remembered when our family was simpler - when it was just three of us. Then, news of an upcoming sibling brought mixed emotions. My parents' joy was palpable, but my own heart was conflicted. As days passed, a complicated pregnancy took a toll on my mother, and our little village was shaken by her screams of pain. While my brother saw the first light, our mother departed, leaving a void no words could fill.
