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Uncle Ray, I got lots of questions and no answers. Please tell me the truth!” And then the tears began to stream down her face. I sat in total confusion for several minutes while Cindy cried herself out. When she had wiped her eyes and stopped sniffling, I took her hands in mine and squeezed them tightly. “OK, I will tell you the truth, but only if you absolutely promise you will never tell anyone, not even your mother! That is a promise she required of me many years ago and until now I have never broken that promise. So, before I say another word, do I have your absolute promise?” Cindy nodded her head and stared at me with soulful wide BLUE eyes, just like mine! “OK, Cindy, I am your biological father, and of course I am also Crissy’s father as well. But KENNY IS YOUR FATHER. He raised you, he went to your ballet performances, he walked the floor with you when you were sick, he comforted you when you had scraped knees and bruised elbows. Kenny is your father. I simply supplied the sperm that impregnated your mother because your father is sterile, but he doesn’t know it and can never know it! Is that clear!” Again, Cindy nodded her head. “And before you jump to conclusions, Aunt Cathy knows about it and we all agreed it was the right thing to do. I hope you understand and know that it doesn’t change anything. Of course, I think about you girls all the time and of course I have a very special interest in both of you. Maybe you could even sense it, but that has to remain our secret, end japan of story.” Cindy jumped up and gave me the biggest hug I could imagine. We held each other until we each recovered from the emotional encounter. “Do you think Crissy suspects anything?” I asked. “I doubt it, she is in law school and I doubt they require any genetic courses. 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