Caroline Brennan

I mean, there was no in between.

So the idea of my dad sitting down to hand write letters to his secret son in Germany, it was like, I would love to see these letters.

And so at the end of the night, as we were going up to the guest room, he handed me these binders.

You know, he was a proper German.

I mean, these things were so organized.

They were in chronological order, starting in the late 60s, early 70s.

Each letter was in its own lamination.

There were photos.

And it was like a, this is your life.

It was like, we're having twins, talking about me and my sister.

We're moving to Texas.

And there were all of these family photos that I had never seen before.

You know at some point in your life, you've seen every single childhood photo or family photo.

I didn't even know these photos existed.

And at some point, it was like the middle of the night, three in the morning, I started to feel that something was just off.

And because I was reading my dad's letters, and then I would read Michael's reply, and I'd flip it, read my dad's letter, Michael's reply.

And at some point, I was thinking, well, how are Michael's letters here in this binder?

They should be like in our garage in Austin, Texas.

And so the next morning, I asked Michael, I said...

How do you have your own letters?