There is an interesting question - about skeletons in the closet. I'm sure many of us have some odd bone here and there - bones we do not want to ever look at again lest it brings awful memories. Most times, these bones never get discovered unless luck runs out on you.
Given this situation where after 35 years at least, you meet with old friends from the same kampong. Then people start talking about who's doing what - and reminisce on the good ole days. Then comes gossip about everyone's closet. Then comes the talk that someone's kid got pregnant and they had to send her away, but later registered that same child as their own child when it's actually their grandchild.
In this day and age, I would think that it's not possible to make such a declaration which is not just a simple lie - how could it have happened?
BUT the problem is not whether they paid their way out of their embarassing situation, but what happened to the seed sower? I'm sure there have been many similar situations where teenagers get caught like this - but to have covered this up so very well is something to talk about - although, if they did a damn good job, we must be better, since we found the bones.
Are people able to walk away from an unwed mother-to-be and get on with their lives like nothing happened, and not ever talk about it? Yup. Many do. Who should have been told of such information? I don't think anyone would appreciate finding out the ugly truth at the funeral.
I think relationships are all about putting things on the table - we all make mistakes - we move on. We cannot sweep it under the rug and hope for the best, because two wrongs don't make a right. First wrong - you walked away, shrugged your responsibilities. Second wrong - you didn't come clean with it in your subsequent relationships.
It does not equate to even half a Right.
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