My mother canceled the family dinner by text, and what I discovered when I went to her house shocked me

😦 Every Sunday, my mother used to host a family dinner. But one day, she canceled the meal by text. What I discovered when I went to her house shocked me.

Since my father’s death, my mother had made it a tradition to gather the whole family every Sunday for dinner. It became a routine that neither my brother nor I had ever missed.

One Sunday, while I was preparing for dinner, I received a text from my mother a few hours before the usual dinner time: “Today’s dinner is canceled. Please don’t come.”

I was puzzled for a moment. My mother is always punctual, and if she had to cancel, she would have told us much earlier. This message immediately worried me. There was something off about all of this.

A gut feeling pushed me to go to her house anyway. When I arrived in front of her house, I noticed that all the curtains were closed, which was very unusual for her.

At that moment, I was sure something was wrong.

I opened the door to her house, and what I found there literally shocked me.

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My mother canceled the family dinner by text, and what I discovered when I went to her house shocked me

When I entered, I saw a man sitting at the kitchen table, a man who looked too much like my father.

It was her twin, James, a person we had no idea existed.

My mother canceled the family dinner by text, and what I discovered when I went to her house shocked me

Mom told us that she had loved him before meeting our father.

James had left without any explanation and had cut all contact with her.

This time, he came to ask for a second chance, but my mother asked him to leave.

My mother canceled the family dinner by text, and what I discovered when I went to her house shocked me

The following Sunday, mom invited us again for dinner.

This difficult moment brought us closer, while revealing secrets that forever changed my perspective on our family.

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