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Just Like My Father
Many years ago, I had the pleasure of visiting my mother and stepdad in a small town in Tuscany where they were staying while my stepdad was on sabbatical. The town being one street long with a few side alleys they still call streets, was quite small so everyone knew my mom and stepdad and treated them like family. My arrival was quite the talk of the town. One day as I was walking with my mom, a townsperson remarked how lovely I was and that I looked just like my father. The best part is, yes, I do look just like my father, but they've never seen him. They obviously didn't realize my mom's husband wasn't my biological father. We just smiled and said yes, you're right. The story lives on even 20-something years later.
