A Forgotten Daughter

I come from a question.
A question without an answer.
From ghosts of my sisters,
Who I'll never see again.

I come from a mother in hiding.
A mother hiding from her forgotten child.
From silent havens of strangers,
Whom are gone before I meet them.

I come from silence.
The silence of my father.
From the story he keeps inside.
The story I'll never know.

So where do I come from?
I come from a question.
A question without an answer.
A question that is buried in silence.