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WHEN I was only seven, my twin sister and I were called into the living room for a chat with our father. Bewildered, we entered the room, went over to where he was sitting and crawled onto his lap. There, he broke the news that was to turn our childhood on its head. He was not our biological father.
With tears welling in his eyes, he explained that four years before we were born, he had been ill with cancer. Another man's seed had been put in Mummy's tummy and that man was our biological father.See the full content of this document
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But, as he wrapped his arms around us, he assured us he would always be our daddy.
In the seconds that followed there was a lengthy silence - not because we were traumatised or devastated by this strange turn of events, but because we could sense his own sadness and fear that we would no longer think of him as Daddy.My childish mind tried desperately to think of something appropriate to say.'Can we go and play in the garden now?' was all I could muster.That...See the full content of this document
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