Down Syndrome

Down syndrome It is like a landscape that labour under dark clouds when I remember, the call I got from former woman friends she had broken up with me because she was pregnant with Dutch fellow from Amsterdam 15 years later she rang me -I`m old fashion do not change my phone number often- the Dutchman had gone old and returned to Holland, that his daughter was really mine if I would come and say hallo. I went to her house but wisely had my wife with me, my "Daughter" was 14 and had the Down syndrome, a nice little person who likes to hug and kiss people, I had no knowledge whether she was my daughter or not and there is nothing about this disabled child that reminded her of me except she has diabetes. I could have taken blood test to ascertain if it was my child I didn`t want to know the result, didn`t want to be bothered. My wife was angry said I was egocentric, so I agreed to let her visit us for a few days every month. The woman I had sex with, twenty years ago says the girl need this and that, new shoes but, not bought at a Chinese shop I ignore that and walk her about in the village as I did my dog, stroke her hair tell her she is a nice girl, but no, I can`t get it into my head that she is my daughter.