― The big ceramic crock sat a dark corner of our crowded and dusty utility room. It was a mystery unsolved by my eight-year-old mind. I was forbidden to ever lift the lid and could only stare at it, imagining how it would sound and smell if I broke the rules and raised the top. What would I find inside? Would it be something good that my parents weren’t sharing with me? Or maybe it would be something bad — a tragic family secret long hidden away from prying eyes. I didn’t learn until many [...].