Regifting

She says:

After she died, your father called because he didn't know how he was going to take care of you children.

She says:

I took your older sister, you and your brother stayed with your father.

I freeze in shock and try to remember to breathe.

I don't try to correct her: my older sister had went to live with her at least a year and a half before she died, to get away from it.  I don't correct the math: I was twelve when she died, and my older sister is 7 years older than me, and left to live with her when my older sister was seventeen. She repeats it:  I took your older sister, and you and your brother stayed with your father.

I ask:

How did my parents meet?

She says:

I'm not actually sure, but I know that she was working for him watching the children.

I say:

So he married the nanny.

She grins.