Plot

This is the story of a miracle that never happened... This is the story of a family... This is the story of my disabled brother... In fact, 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 saw my father cry. It was necessary to pray and above all, to be very wise. That's when my dad stopped talking and my mom stopped laughing.