Dad Are You My Father
‘Dad, are you my father?’ The old man found the question so amusing that he giggled with his whole body. This induced a spell of coughing and when he recovered he turned, and with eyes twinkling with happiness, looked straight into the eyes of his daughter. ‘Rather late in the day isn’t to ask that question?’ ‘Yes, Dad, but better late than never.’ ‘How did you get the doubt in the first place?’ ‘Rather a long story Dad. Two days before Mom died she called me to her bedside and told me to...