Story 9
I always thought I was my mother’s firstborn—until my teenage years, when I uncovered a family secret.
Before she met my father, my mother had a child as a teenager and gave the baby up for adoption. She even reused that baby’s middle name as my first name.
When I confronted her, she denied it, calling it nonsense. But my grandmother confirmed the truth. My mother was a compulsive liar—so much so that I eventually learned to assume the opposite of whatever she said was true.
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