I was thirty-two the day I learned I had never been an orphan at all.
By then, I thought I had buried my entire family — first my mother, then my father, and finally the woman who raised me, the grandmother who held my world together with threadbare sweaters and unconditional love.
Three days after her funeral, a single envelope arrived and swept my entire life off its foundations.
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