My Grandmother's Cold Locked Door of Emotion

My dad grew up believing that he was the firstborn son to Dorothy but the box was checked yes. So as my family started doing some digging part of what we realized was more than likely my grandmother was sexually assaulted by a family member got pregnant and was shipped off to Louisiana where she lived for a year or two sometime around the age of 13 or 14. My grandmother is who the poet Maya Angelou refers to when she says this beautiful line there is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside of you. And that's our task today what are the untold stories that exist within you and within the generations of your last name.