I Am At The Center Of The Family's Secret

My father was an employee of my grandfather. He helped with the groundkeeper and polished shoes and washed cars. My mother was 16 when he got her pregnant with me. He ran back across the border. My mother was taken out of school, because she had a 'blood' disease. She didn't go back until after I was born. I was delivered by a Mexican midwife, who wrote up the birth certificate naming the maid as my mother, father 'unknown'. My grandparents adopted me, to give me a better life than the maid could give me. My mother when I was eighteen set the record straight, with me and her husband. I had two younger half siblings.

As an adult I have features of 'the maid'. Many people swear up and down that my grandfather is my father, with the maid. That's why I was adopted. I followed my mother's advice, don't make waves, let the narrative continue. Being pregnant myself now, I would like to know my biological father's DNA, etc. It's flying blind and I don't like it. My mother won't give me his name, to protect me. I am not the maid's daughter, she is now my mother's maid.

My sleeping partner, boyfriend, whatever has no interest in digging up my background. We're all mutts, that's his excuse.