Kenya, July 29 -- I used to look at my children and feel like the luckiest man in the world. Their smiles and laughter were what made me happy, especially after a long and hard day at work. I was their provider, their protector, and a loving father. Or at least that's what I thought. My name is Kevin. I'm 38 years old. What I found out next almost broke me.
For 11 years, I raised two wonderful kids. I always paid their school fees on time. I took them to fun parks, treated them to ice cream after visits to the hospital, and even left work early to attend their parent-teacher meetings. My wife, Mercy, always told me, "Honey, they are lucky to have a father like you." But I wasn't really their father. It all began with whispers. A neighbour once said, "They look nothing like you, Kevin." I laughed it off. But then, I started to notice it too. Their skin colour, their habits, and even their blood type didn't match mine. To read more click here.
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