Years ago, at a hospital in Manchester, there was a switch up and somehow mixed up children.

Now you say awkwardly across from Simon and his wife while you sat next to your ‘mother’.

“So, you are my daughter?” Simon asked you, his wife sat next to him tensely. He didn’t know what to say. He just found out he had a daughter that was switched at birth. How does he react to something like that? Not even Simon, the smart military man, himself could answer.