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@solap:When I was 17, my dad disappeared. No note, no explanation, nothing. The police searched for him for months, but eventually everyone stopped talking about it. My mom completely fell apart. A year later, I started getting messages from an unknown number. At first, they were normal: “Did you eat?” “Good luck with your exam.” “Your mom looks tired. How is she?.” I assumed it was one of my dad’s friends, until one night the number texted, “I am your aunt, your father’s sister.” I asked for a name, but got no reply. A few days later, another message came: “Ask your mother what happened in the basement.” We didn’t have a basement, so that night, while my mom was asleep, I searched the house and found a locked door behind an old cabinet. Inside was a tiny room filled with hundreds of photographs, pictures of me sleeping, eating, going to school, growing up. Some were taken when I was a baby; others were taken only days earlier. Then I found a photograph of my dad sitting in that room beside my mother. They were both smiling. On the back, someone had written, “Three months before we killed him.” I ran upstairs and confronted my mother. She was already crying. “I didn’t kill your father,” she whispered. Then she looked at me and said, “Your Papa killed him.” Papa is my mother’s dad, who also turns out to be my biological father. ترجمه