I spent so much time believing all the lies to keep the dream alive and now it makes

me sad. It makes me mad at truth for loveling what was you eyes without a face. You're listening to

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My family like to keep secrets. They said you don't tell your kids things that are not for

them to know. So parents didn't tell us why they called my grandmother at two in the morning

and asked her to come watch us. They didn't tell us. They went to the hospital. They didn't tell us

what they didn't come back the next day or how when my mother did return, why?

Why she couldn't speak to me or my little brother for a while.

But I guess we learned early to keep secrets ourselves. It's why we didn't tell her

about the face, the face that looked just like us, my little brother and I, the face that visited us

that night my mother was away. The face, my brother and I saw in the darkness and were not afraid of

the face stared back at us smiling in the nighttime. Later, when they confessed that there was a baby

and their Jesus had taken that baby back into his bosom, my brother and I knew that child had made

a stop first. My name is Washington. Secrets are never as secret as you think they are.

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