After some sleep, we worked the remainder of the day, searching through the boxes in the study for a hint of our parents’ history. We found nothing. No Social Security numbers, no pictures, other than of us, no letters to mothers, fathers, brothers, or sisters. It was almost as though, beyond the fact of us, our parents’ lives and their families did not exist.
Frustrated, we finally gave up, exhausted.
Too tired to go out to a restaurant, we dined on soup and a sandwich late in the night and finally collapsed into our beds, seeking the oblivion of sleep.