He came down stairs that morning as usual for breakfast whistling a merry tune and was on his way to work. This he found hard; I could see the worry on his face of me having a child on my own. It was a refuge for unmarried mothers who had sullied their souls and disgraced Catholics in Ireland. For four months every day, morning, noon, and night, I cared for him and I came to love him. And of course, the son I always wanted, my amazing, wonderful, beautiful son Justin.

Source: Irish Examiner June 05, 2018 05:53 UTC