The Day I Discovered the Truth About My Grandmother and My Family’s Past

 

My father never allowed us to meet our grandmother.

He always said, “Consider her de:ad,” whenever I asked about her.

My mom would just stay quiet, her eyes heavy with something I didn’t understand.

Growing up, I assumed my grandma must have been a terrible person.

Why else would my dad cut her off completely?

Years later, after finishing nursing school, I started working at a local hospital.

One busy afternoon, while I was scanning the list of new patients, a familiar last name caught my eye — my own.

My stomach dropped when I read the first name beneath it.

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