This story is for those people who don’t always have the best relationships in families, especially fathers.
Marshall Strauss was ten years of age when the man he called “Dad” passed away after a long illness. His mother came home from the hospital, sobbing, telling of what a good man William Strauss had been. Later that afternoon, she composed herself and called her son over to have a serious talk.
“What’s the matter, Mom?”
“I have something to tell you. The man who died this morning loved you and wanted the best for you. But…he wasn’t really your father.”
Marshall was stunned. “Wha…what do you mean?”
“He adopted you when you were two years old, that’s why your name is Strauss. Your real father’s name was Arthur Frank.”
Many thoughts swirled through the boy’s mind, most of all, why he was never told the truth before. “Do you mean my name is really Marshall Frank?”
“Yes, honey. We wanted for you to not have any confusion, so that we all had the same name. We didn’t think it was necessary to tell you.”
“But I want to know. I want to know more. Who was my real father? Where is …