Chapter Forty-Eight – Needing more family.
And my identity as a Martinez would be announced causing me to receive more hate than I could handle.
“But Nancy, it’s possible that your mom judge her mother’s death with a child’s mind. I mean, what about her own father? If his wife was killed by her husband’s family, your granddad should have reacted, shouldn’t he?” I tried reasoning with her.
She nodded readily, it seems she never thought of it and only reasoned based on what her mother told her.
“I haven’t even met my granddad once. My mom doesn’t know where he is” she shrugged.
Imagine that, and I who isn’t even his legitimate grandchild had spoken to him tons of times.
I felt bad for Nancy but I couldn’t just tell her. Still, I felt that my new found knowledge won’t stay hidden for long.
I further asked if she had met her mother’s sister before I knew the answer. She said her mother hadn’t even seen her for years.
