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My mother was here in 1963, had a little boy. I know she called him Paul. And I think his adopted parents were doctors. Mother only told me about 10yrs back, as I think she felt I met him. Which was a strange experience and longish story. My father knows, it was before they married and I am the only one of three children that knows the story. I have never talked to mum about it since, but I know it must hurt her daily. One day I would love to be able to trace this half brother. But I would never know how she would feel about that. From what I do know her memories of the nuns are not good ones.

I want to ask more, but I do not know if I should. Must be a terrible thing to hand a child over.