Everything about my mother has been kept from me. Everything about her family has been locked up and thrown in the basement with all of the trophies, fine china, and horse figurines. Collecting dust. I am tired of knowing things that were never meant from my ears. I want to find "the black book" and find that picture of my mother and Mr. Scott posed for a wedding photo in the paper. I want to know if my mother had a kid before me. Do I have a half sister? Brother?
Do they know that Sam and I exist? Would they want to know?
It makes me uneasy. I have dreams of people's faces, like ghosts, looking for me. Calling out my mom's name. I feel like there is somebody out there who shares half of my DNA. Something is missing.
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