I’m out of words.
I didn’t just have a sister.
I also had a granddaughter.
Does she know about me too?
- Yes. She knows when she was a teenager. Rebecca never hid from her having another daughter.
I felt a strange pain in my chest.
Emily had grown up knowing that I existed. I grew up unavoiding anything about her.
Did he want to know me?
Dad started crying.
Very often.
I couldn’t answer it. I got up and approached the window. Outside, the city lights were reflected in the window, and cars were passing on the road as usual. For the rest of the world, nothing had changed. For me, my entire childhood had just been rewritten.
After a few minutes, my dad spoke again.
“Sarah, there’s something you need to understand. Emily was never a mistake. I was the one who was wrong. She didn’t ask to be hidden nor did she ever try to take your place.
