My family didn’t know I existed
Sep 29, 2020
4 minutes
WORDS AND PHOTOS: JENNIFER BARTON
‘I didn’t know much about my father’
Knocking on my hotel-room door on the last morning of our holiday in Italy, my big sister, Katrin, 50, surprised me with a biker jacket made of buttery-soft leather. ‘It’s your birthday present,’ she smiled. ‘You know I can’t resist getting my little sister gifts.’ Her smile grew wider as I put on the jacket and it fitted perfectly. It was true, she was always showering me and my four children with presents, and I pinched myself, thinking how incredible she was – especially because six years ago Katrin had no idea that I even existed.
I was born and raised in New York by a formidable mother – she'd
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