Rummaging through the attic, a thing I've not once enjoyed. Shelves covered in books, old Ouija boards, skeletons, spider webs, cases full of clothes, and various other things I'd rather just avoid. But something abruptly caught my eyes, something completely out of place, as I turned towards a tiny box sitting on the dusty dresser my grandmother used in the 1920's. It was red, and had a foreign print on it with a wax emblem. I opened the small box, and found a picture of someone I'd not seen before.

Slight shock rose through me, since for some strange reason I completely recognized this person. I'd not seen him a day in my life, but there was a hidden inclination that I did. It was a black and white photo, the man wearing a suit, curly hair that was slightly messy, he was about 6'0, and had a slightly muscular build. I couldn't quite fathom where on earth I'd seen this man before, but it was scaring me with how familiar he seemed.

Looking below the picture, I found a letter;

"My dearest,

                      I know it's been days, maybe weeks, since we last shared each others presence, but you must know that it's always been on my mind. Don't think that I want to truly give up your love, because it means more to me. More than Harold's ever means.
                       For your own conscious knowledge, yes, I am pregnant with his child. Although, I wish it were yours. As far as I know it is his, however, I am completely uncertain at this point. There have been many nights we've shared, that shall never be forgotten. Even if it is yours, we must keep that knowledge from the public. If anyone were to ever find that we've been coercing our private meetings, both of us would suffer dire consequences.

                                                           Know that I'll always have you in my heart,
                                Even if I don't always remain in yours.

                                                                                      Love,
                                                                                      E.G."

E.G., I thought to myself. Those were my grandmother's initials. It was on all of her boxes. So, my family, quite possibly, could be a complete lie? The possibility of my mother being my "supposed grandfather's" daughter might be something that's just been carried out to keep these secret lover's fate bright. Astounded, I sat down, in complete shock. Who would have known that this was all the case?

My entire family,
Everything I've been led to perceive,
In my age of 32,
A lie.