The Surprise. Mother and I was standing by a corner waiting to cross, she wore a shabby overcoat and I had holes in my jumper. A stranger approached, pressed a large note into mother's hand, she blushed but kept the money. We went to a café (I had never been into one before) and dined on meat-cakes in gravy, stewed cabbage, boiled potatoes and for afters we had a pudding made of rice. Only many years later did she tell me that the stranger was my father.Birth sign: Scorpio
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