My brother lived with his first wife for a very long time. His wife was very mercantile and quarrelsome, and treated his parents badly. He tolerated her for many years, but then the cup was full and he divorced her. He got married for the second time. His wife had a daughter. My brother had no children, neither in his first marriage nor in his second. But soon his wife passed away. His adopted daughter got married and left him. He decided to make repairs. There were a lot of documents where the bookshelf used to be, and my brother decided to see if there was a hidden stash. When he was looking through the books and documents, he found a lot of letters.
Some girl wrote to her father that she loved him very much, was waiting for an answer and was very sad. She told him about her life, how she was studying at school. When he saw the return address, he realized what was going on. He served in a small town, and he was in love there. It turned out that he had gotten this woman pregnant, but he didn’t even know about it, and his first wife hid all the letters and didn’t tell him anything. In a rage, he called his ex-wife and clarified everything. It turned out that it was indeed his daughter. Thank God, this is the age of the Internet, and his non-native daughter helped him find his own.
A few days later, his brother received a phone call from his own blood. He was confused, he did not know what to say to her, how to explain why he had been silent all along. It turned out that the girl’s mother had passed away a long time ago. The girl burst into tears and said that she was already married and that her brother had a granddaughter. They agreed to meet. My brother cried with joy: he would finally see his own daughter. He hoped that his daughter would understand him, because he was not to blame for anything, he just did not know she existed, otherwise he would never have abandoned her.
