An elderly couple was celebrating their milestone 75th wedding anniversary. Holding his wife’s hand, the husband decided it was finally time to clear his conscience.
“Darling,” he said gently, “these 75 years have been an absolute dream. But there is one question that has haunted me for decades. Our tenth child never looked quite like the other nine. Please, tell me the truth—did he have a different father?”
The old woman bowed her head in shame, unable to look him in the eye. “Yes,” she confessed softly. “He did.”
Deeply shaken, a tear rolled down the old man’s cheek. “Who was he? Please, I need to know before I die. Who was the father?”
The wife took a deep breath, mustered her courage, and whispered:
“It was you.”
