The man who had walked me down the aisle on my wedding day…
The man I had held in my arms as he lay dying…
That same man was the father of my two daughters.
We decided to repeat the tests at an independent laboratory.
Two weeks later, the results confirmed that Linda and Susan were my biological daughters.
A comparison with a preserved medical sample from Robert also confirmed his paternity.
That evening, the three of us sat in my kitchen.
Nobody spoke.
Finally, Susan asked:
“What are we supposed to be to each other now?”
I looked at them.
Two women with whom I had spent almost my entire life.
Women whose deepest secrets I knew.
Women whose children I had always considered my nieces and nephews.
And I whispered:
“I don’t know how to suddenly start calling you my daughters. But I know I’ve never stopped loving you.”
