Truth is something I feel has been missing from my life, in a way. The visit with my brothers and sisters went well, but I couldn’t stop thinking about the things I’ve found out about my family that aren’t true, like the fact that my mother really isn’t my mother. The only good thing is that Auntie has been up front with me so far, which makes me feel much better and that thought leads me to the matter of understanding.
The more I think about it, the more I understand why Daddy never told me some things. I guess it would be hard for him to explain why things happened the way they did, plus nobody my age would understand what’s more important than family. Do you?
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