When I was just married, and living in an apartment in East Patchogue I happened to watch a news magazine program one Sunday afternoon, between football games while I uncontrollably anticipated dinner. The subject of the show was surrogate parents and adoptive children. My young and beautiful wife (she's still beautiful) was pregnant with my daughter, and being how we didn't have children yet, it was a little difficult to fully appreciate all the issues raised in the program.
I was sitting in the living room
while the little woman was rattling those pots and pans, when the host of the
show asked the question: What would you do if there was a knock on your door
and a child was standing there and said: "Hi, I am your spouses' child?"
Well, I couldn't wait to open my BIGGGGG MOUTH, and jumped up from the couch
and yelled out to the Mrs. "Hey Ellen, what would you do if there was a
knock on our door, and a child was standing there and said, "Hi, I am your
spouses' child?" Well she came into the living room and repeated the
question to confirm it, and answered: "I would tell the child, excuse
me for a moment, leave, come back to the child and say: I'm sorry, your father
is deceased."
I can assure you one and all, there
are NO unclaimed children in MY past.
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