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We grew up in a family which did not celebrate birthdays. Not in the sense we know about these days. Nobody sang a birthday song, there...

I awoke at 5:15 a.m. on the day my only brother took his life. That moment is forever etched in my memory. There is a 12-hour time...

I found it hard to have good memories of my brother Arman after his suicide. My brain and my whole being were blocking me from...