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“You are my mother, aren't you?" He asked Macy when she walked out of the room where she and Mel were.

“How do you know?" Macy asked.

“Because my DNA told me so. It said that I am 45 percent white and quarter Asian and quarter African and the other five percent was Caribbean.

There was no way that could have been Maxwell and his wife because they were as Caucasian as it gets,” the boy said and Macy looked at Richard who shrugged his shoulders and smiled.

She sighed as she wondered if she was the only ‘normal’ one in her family.

Mel was a genius and so was her brother.

“Yes, I am your mother," Macy said as she walked towards the boy.

“Can I hug you?" She asked when she stood before the boy and the boy nodded and Macy squatted and held him and Jared willingly walked into her embrace.

Macy hugged him and all the emotions she had kept hidden in her came puting out.

She couldn't believe that she could finally hug her baby and so, she cried.

The more she cried and shook and apologised to th