I know this sounds crazy but I have a sneaking feeling I could be raising somebody else’s child.
To begin with, he is a photocopy of his mother. We share absolutely nothing in common – from looks to behaviour.
He is cool headed, showers twice a day, never gets into fights and is generally well behaved, which is not how I was at his age.
But what really disturbs me is that he is very sharp, yet I was an average student. In fact, whereas I never managed to score 30 percent in Maths, he cries when he misses the 80 percent mark. Is this boy really mine? Ama nimechezwa?
Please help, I am reading the comments