Old letters have surfaced, hinting at a hidden scandal.
A photograph tucked inside a family album showed a boy who resembled us.
Yet he was missing from all official records.
Rumors swirled through the village about a young man who looked like our family.
Each incident was buried, minimized, or pushed aside.
Yet each chipped away at the wall of silence.
Now, the anniversary of the triplets’ birth approaches.
Relatives from out of town will soon be arriving.
I sense that the past might finally claw its way into the present.
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