My brother died. The first child of every generation in my family would die before reaching adulthood, and none of the others could die. Grandma said that my ancestors had committed unforgivable sins, and our family had to pay the price in blood for generations to come under "their" curse. The day after I knew this, my grandma had a car accident, and I stayed with her the rest of the time. Before she left, she told me that there were two precious things that belonged to her in her old house, and mine was also my destiny.