When I was about 16, I was snooping in my parents’ found a diary written by my mother when she was 14. I read some beautifully and brilliantly written entries about meeting and dating my dad

When I was about 16, I was snooping in my parents’ wardrobe and found a diary written by my mother when she was 14.

I read some beautifully and brilliantly written entries about meeting and dating my dad (who was 16 at the time). I had to read a little between the lines in some slightly later entries as they were written with such flowery language.

In one such entry, all of a sudden, she discloses that my grandfather, who was an anesthesiologist, performed an abortion for her. She never told anyon