A husband and wife were lucky to have four sons
The
youngest boy was different to the older ones
The
older three were tall had light skin, and red hair
While
the youngest was short blue eyes and was fair
When
the father took ill and was lying on his deathbed
With
all his strength he turned to his wife and said
“Darling,
before I die, please be totally honest with me
Is
our youngest son mine as he’s not like the other three?”
“I
swear on everything that's holy that he is your son.”
The
wife replied, and then with a smile he was gone
The
wife then muttered to herself almost silently
“Thank
God he didn't ask me about the other three.”
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