My life in so many pieces

<p>Wrapped in a pink fluffy woollen blanket a baby is buried without ceremony in a cemetery at the dead of night.</p><p>One of a series of revelations that only became known to me in later life and started to unravel the cosy family history I had always imagined for myself. The assumptions the omissions the contradictions the little white lies; the more I discovered the more questions it posed. Why hadn't the family secrets been shared with me? </p><p>On a hot summer's day a pleasant walk a chance meeting and a bombshell dropped. 'You know who that was don't you?' my brother said. No. I didn't.</p>