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There was a knock at the door. Id been waiting for mom to arrive ever since her call. Sitting on the sofa my legs shaking. I knew something was wrong from mom's tone of voice. I had no idea what she wanted to talk about. As soon as I heard the knock I jumped out of my seat and raced to the door. I opened it to find my mother Carrey standing there. With an expression of worry and concern. But she also had these dark circles under her eyes, and her face was that pinkish colour it sometimes gets, when she's been crying.

"Mom, what's happened?" I said holding the door open for her as she came inside.

"Oh Zack I have no idea where to even begin!" She wailed pacing back in forth in my living room nervously, the whole time she didn't make eye contact with me.

"Mom what is it?" I said racing to her, holding her firmly by the shoulders and looking at her in the eye.

"I'm so sorry Zack," she said out of breath, exhaling as a single tear rolled down her cheek.

"Mom! What are you sorry for? Mom!" I said beginning to get frustrated and trying to hold her glance as she looked away.

"I should have told you sooner. But I'm going to tell you now about your father and me," her speech was almost incoherent by her constant sobbing.

"Mom take a seat, take a deep breath, I'll get you a glass of water."

As mom took a seat on the sofa and tried to get herself together I went to the tap and got her a glass of water. As I did so I was mentally trying to prepare myself for whatever it was mom was going to tell me about my father. I couldn't work out why she was crying and why she chose now to tell me. I steadied myself as I carried the glass of water over to my mother. She had appeared to have calmed herself down quite a bit but her face was still pink from all the crying. I sat down opposite her.

"Ok mom, I'm ready," I said as I placed the glass of water on the coffee table in between us. Mom reached across to take the glass and had a sip before she commenced talking.

"Zack, you are 24 years old now," she said as she placed the glass down, "nothing can excuse why I haven't told you about this before. I'm so ashamed. But it's time I told you the truth."

"It's okay mom," I said reaching across to grab her hand, she looked at me briefly but quickly diverted her gaze a look of guilt seared across her face.

"Your father and I met in college. Your father was into music. And so was I. We mingled in the same circles. Your father was really good at music, he played the guitar, he sung and he wrote his own songs. And so eventually he started his own group," she paused what she said as she took a tissue out of her pocket and wiped one single tear away from her cheek.

"Your father and the band held auditions for female back up vocalists. So I went along and it went really well. And I got in the band and me and your father, we fell in love."

I could see that part coming.

"Your father captured me with his wild sense of adventure, creative intuitiveness and his big dreams. And that's what he was always about, dreaming big. We got married and we toured and played in all sorts of amazing places. Your father loved living life on the road. Anyway I got pregnant, around the time the band was really starting to go places. I didn't want to continue living life on the road, I wanted to settle down so that we could have a stable future as a family. But a major record label wanted to sign the group, and your father wasn't ready to give up on his dream. So we divorced."

"Zack, your fathers band went on to become very famous, and I didn't want you to have to be brought up amongst all that superficiality or be consistently be bombarded by paparazzi or something like that. I wanted you to have a normal life."

"Wait mom!" I said pausing her. "Are you trying to tell me that my father is famous?"

"He is... Was," tears were flowing down her face uncontrollably now. "I'm so sorry Zack, the reason I'm telling you this now is because..."

"Because? Because?" I said in a heightened frenzy. I felt a sickening sinking feeling in my stomach. When she kept crying I knew, "he's dead isn't he?"

All she did was nod, and then continue crying. I got up from the sofa and began to pace back and forth.

"Mom..." I began again my voice raspy and cold "Is my father Kurt Martin?"

I looked over at her and she looked up at me and all she could do was nod. My head hung low and I felt sick to my very core. I was so upset and had no words. I paced back and forth with my hand over my mouth feeling like I could throw up at any minute. When suddenly it hit me. My heart rate went up.

"Mom!" I said rushing over to her "did Kurt cheat on you or something? Because he has a son the same age as me! Cody! Oh my goodness," I said connecting the dots, "is Cody my brother?"

"Kurt never cheated on my Zack. He was a good man. Cody is your brother, but he isn't just your brother," she said methodically "He's your twin."

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