Zemblanity; the inevitable discover of what we would rather not know.
I stood by his headstone and re-read the words written there. They revealed a secret I never wanted to know about.
For years, mum and I had thought dad had abandoned us because he was depressed over the death of his brother. I told myself that story so many times it had become truth but now I knew it wasn’t the whole truth.
Dad had moved countries looking for peace in the aftermath. However, in Spain he had found more then that; a new wife and children.
The headstone told me I had a younger step-brother and step-sister but I didn’t ever want to meet them. Their father wasn’t really the same person my dad had been to me. I’d rather not know anything about his new life or family, all of that could stay with them.
I had just wanted to see where my dad was buried and the gravestone prove he was gone.