They simply postpone the moment when the truth demands to be heard.
That night, I came home tired and wanted to rest.
Instead, I opened a locked door.
Behind it wasn't a monster.
It wasn't a threat.
It was a woman who had been waiting most of her life for someone to finally say:
**"I know who you are."**
And for the first time, I could answer:
**"You're my sister."**
