I’m going to have to be really vague in this article. Really, really vague. For reasons I’ll explain. But I needed to write this down, whether I publish it or not. Just bear with me, and if you’re involved with this story, I beg you not to get angry with me for writing it. I won’t mention names or hints, but if you’re involved and you know me, then you will know what and who I’m talking about. Unless you’re the main person I’m talking about. She’s a girl (that’s almost the biggest hint I’ll give about who this is). I’ll call her… Iva. Yes. That’ll work.
This girl, Iva, I know well enough. Not too much and not that little, but enough. What I’m going to write about here is something that got to me before her. That is almost the worst part. Iva told me she has some younger siblings. And of course she has her parents. This is what Iva told me. That’s what she thinks. But that is not totally true. The person she thinks is her father is not her real father. Not that she’s an illegitimate child or anything. Her real father died the day she was born (Downton Abbey…) and her mother married the person Iva thinks is her father when she was two. They had her younger siblings then. There. I said it. As I said before, she knows none of this. I knew it before her. And how old will she be when her parents have decided to tell her? 30. Yes, you read right. I couldn’t believe it when I heard it. It’s wrong. It’s so, so wrong. I only wish I could tell her. But my telling her would be wrong. All I hope is her mother and ‘father’ come to their senses.
Once again, if you’re involved and you know it, please don’t get annoyed with me for writing. But maybe it’ll help convince the parents to tell her. Soon. And much before 30.