My Life After I Decided To Conduct A DNA Test on My First Son – part 1
With what is happening in the society today, the alarming rate of moral decadence among our women was what pushed me into giving it a thought to embark on the journey of knowing the DNA test of the boy, Henry (full name, withheld) whom I referred to as my first child.
I have 3 kids, all boys, but you see Henry? He is different from the other two.
I’m believed to have a very strong gene, but what happened with Henry? Why is he very different from his siblings?
He looks different and doesn’t resemble me in anyway.
He doesn’t have anything that proves he is my child.
He is very stubborn, rough and does a lot of bad things. We stopped buying breakable items at home because of him. I had to change my television thrice, because of him.
I am not rough, my wife is calm, then where did he inherit his stubbornness from?
And the worst part, he fights alot and he is also a bully. Even in school, the school management has gotten tired of complaining about him, and they are threatening to expel him if we don’t caution him.
And not like we are not trying in disciplining him at home.
I am very strict on him, whipping him, but still, nothing. This boy no longer fear flogging. He is 9 years old and will be 10 by January.
His skin is inflicted with whipping marks. In fact, flogging is nothing to him anymore. He doesn’t fear flogging again. If you are whipping him, he will form his face, making you look like a joker.
I’m the only one who sees these wrongs commmited by him, but his mother, she keeps saying, he is a child, that he will still outgrow his bad behaviours, but he is 9 already and will soon clock 10, when is he ever going to change?
Why is he different from his siblings? He doesn’t resemble me at all. Nothing makes him my son, absolutely nothing, except my wife who claimed he is my son.
My suspicions kept growing.
My wife must explain to me, the mystery behind Henry’s birth.
He can’t be my child. I kept gathering more reasons to convince myself that, Henry can’t be my child.
So, I called my elder brother and told him what was bothering my heart. Do not stop reading, see the next part below
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