To be African American on July 4th
My family has a secret. I discovered it last month during my Aunt Dot’s 80th birthday party when one of her grandchildren asked her why she never mentions her own grandparents. She never met them, was her answer. She knew one great-grandmother on her mother’s side, a former slave, who came to live with them briefly when she was five, but that was it. My aunt has six siblings, including my mother. To the best of my recollection, I can never remember any of them ever mentioning their grandparents.
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