It Might Be Your Kid

A human being is not a secret.

I went to Paris to meet with my birthmother’s husband. He didn’t know about me. She took the secret of me to her grave. They had been married 23 years when she died, one day before my 27th birthday. She died before I found her. This kind man, 81 years young, with a space between his teeth and a dimple in one cheek, had pictures to give me. Lots of pictures.