Questioning the past.

by juliecround

Recent events have turned me from someone who didn’t care a jot about my past to someone who is curious about relatives’ motives.

I have left it too late to question anyone who was there but I have recently seen correspondence which makes me think I was misled as a child.

Now I have to decide if I am the kind of person who ferrets out the truth, even if it is unpleasant, or do I thank fate for the way I was kept in ignorance and forget it?

Can’t concentrate on writing until this is sorted.