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The letter wasn’t from another woman to my partner. It wasn’t about his secret child. It was from my mother, to my biological father, confessing her love for him, and her fear of the truth getting out… about me.
The rage, the betrayal, the heartbreak… it shifted, transformed into something far more devastating. It wasn’t about a broken relationship anymore. It was about a broken identity. Who was I? If the foundation of my family was a lie, what did that make me? The girl who never knew. The child of a secret love, hidden away in a dusty box, revealed only after her mother was gone.
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