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Last Monday night, when I was watching tv as usual, I closed my eyes and almost fell asleep... then your mother came to me. I think we were brought back to the time when we were in the labour room. It was like how I remembered it. It was too cold, and the atmosphere was tense. When I saw her on Monday night, she was in labour again. Giving birth to you. She was halfway screaming from the labour pains when she suddenly stopped, and put on a serious expression and told me to tell you something - a secret. After that she smiled and I jolted awake.

Now, this had been a secret that has been kept from you. And I am not sure if I had indeed truly met your late mother that night, or that it wasn't just a figment of my imagination... but I don't want to disrespect her wishes, you know... She's my dearest sister, and I didn't do much for her when she was alive... So, that's why I called you here today.

Do you want me to tell you a secret about you?

And it might be a secret that you might do better if you did not know about. But you know, who is to know what is going to happen after you find out, right? So, think about it, and let me know...

No, no, you don't have to decide so immediately.

Are you sure?

Very well, then. If you're so sure of yourself, here I go.

First of all, I hope you won't take it personally. Because it was before you were born, that your mother wanted to remove you... as in, abort you... from her womb. I mean, you weren't even a person yet. I think they really didn't plan for your arrival. And abortion was a pretty common solution... for our generation of people who were not used to using birth control...

Well of course, you should already know about your father's habits right? Him and the women from around... That ass hole really got more bold over the years, didn't he? Not even the decency to be discrete...

Anyway, well, here goes... Your mother told me explicitly, that night, to tell you that your father was seeing another woman, while she was pregnant with you.

She found out about it from the girl's parents, who came to tell her about it, as apparently, and they didn't know who to go to.

Your mother didn't tell me all the details. She just came to me and told me what happened - that the woman's parents came to her. That your father didn’t know that she knew. She did mention that the other woman was under-aged, though. And that she felt sorry for the girl. She told me everything rather matter-of-factly... We didn't discuss on how she felt... only what she should do... and she asked me to accompany her to the doctor's to have you removed.

At the doctors, they doctor told her that she was already too big to be operated on. It would have been too dangerous. After some persuasion, she finally decided to give birth to you. And since she didn't want to have your father present in the labour room, she didn't tell him when she was going in labour. Instead, I was with her.

So... now, how do you feel?