I go from work. Winter and snow, well! A very old and unfamiliar grandmother.

My daughter, stand still!

I stumbled but stopped.

Do you know that your father is not your father?

I imagined for a second what would have happened to me at that moment if my mother hadn’t always been honest with me.

I know.

I thought you might not know...

And she went on.



Morality: Be honest with your children.