[berettafan]

I was a secret.


Late 90s a neighbor told us a coworkers brother in law had died. That coworker had my last name (very unusual name). Turns out the deceased was my father who I hadn’t seen or heard from since around kindergarten or 1st grade.

Long story short several years later my wife and I are invited to his son’s wedding by his widow. She insists it would be appreciated by their son (my half brother I’ve only ever seen at the funeral). So we go and at the reception an older fellow at the table asks my name and who we are there for. I answer (same name as my father) and he sorta acts like he didn’t understand what I said. He then goes in to tell us how he lived next door to the grooms family for a few decades and was best friends the the grooms dad (my father). Then he asks again my name and I tell him very clearly. He says my god I never knew he had another son.