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Wow, it's been a long time since a movie not only struck me straight in the heart but also resonated deeply with my very core.

Set in 1970s Australia, the story follows Grace, whose life is marked by profound misfortune and loss. After their mother tragically dies during childbirth, Grace and her twin brother, Gilbert, are left to be raised by their paraplegic, alcoholic father, Percy, a former juggler. Despite a life filled with love, tragedy strikes again when Percy passes away in his sleep. The siblings are torn apart and placed in separate foster homes, forced to navigate an unforgiving world without each other.

The animation is stunning, and the film handles heavy subjects-loss, physical disabilities, bullying, and alcoholism-with remarkable sensitivity and honesty. What makes it truly special is its balance: the humor woven into the script creates moments of levity that prevent the story from becoming overwhelmingly somber.

This movie will particularly resonate with those who come from broken homes or have experienced childhood trauma. The portrayal of foster parents and the challenges foster kids endure is heartbreakingly accurate. I know because I am a foster kid.

I needed this movie on a deeply personal level. It made me feel seen, understood, and a little less alone in this increasingly complicated world. It's a beautifully balanced and profoundly pure piece of storytelling.

Thank you to everyone involved in bringing this film to life. It truly means so much.