Unboxing Birth Records
Hidden beneath years of forgotten memories in one box, I found birth certificates and hospital records. As I spread the papers out, their rustling filled the silence while I absorbed every detail. Each certificate marked a day our family grew, one child at a time. Yet now, those once-cherished documents felt like puzzle pieces that no longer fit, stubbornly refusing to align with the life I had believed was mine.
Unboxing Birth Records
Lack Of Clarity
Despite my hopes, the documents brought me no comfort; my heart longed for a revelation that might ease my troubled mind. Instead, each paper, with its worn edges, told stories that now felt untrue—offering no answers, only deepening the questions. As the walls of confusion closed in around me, I struggled to keep my footing. Was confronting Rachel the only path left to face this unraveling reality?
Lack Of Clarity
