Known Only As Mark

I found a document in an old folder the other day whilst going through house stuff that I thought I’d lost a long time ago. It’s a faded and still-fading family history, typed up by a social worker following interviews with my birth mother, her mother, and her siblings.

It’s an amazing read. The family’s history is complex and often sad but also powerful. All of the women are so strong and self-assured — a fact I’m happy to have eventually confirmed for myself some twenty-five years later.

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