My Mother and Aunt Locked Themselves in a Room Every Week. One Day, I Overheard Them Say, ‘This Time, We’ll Switch the Girls One by One…’”

My mother hesitated.Track Pregnancy

Then she answered:

“Some things are better left unknown until the right time.”

I barely slept that night.

Two days later, my mother went shopping.
I entered her bedroom.

The black bag was inside her wardrobe.

I knew I shouldn’t go through someone else’s belongings.

But my anxiety was stronger than my hesitation.

I opened the bag.

Inside were children’s dresses, several pairs of shoes, photographs, and a small notebook.