Face to face with my birth mother

I thought I knew everything about my past. But watching telly one day, I discovered the shocking truth. By Cristina Prisco, 45

For many years, my existence was a true case of “Who do you think you are?” I was born in 1952, and grew up thinking that my mum’s first husband was my father. His surname was Cassidy. Mum died in 198

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MARCIA watched her grandson Matthew carefully as they toured the sumptuous interior of Moitlet Hall. To the other visitors, it no doubt seemed he was in awe of the opulent furnishings, wonderful artwo

Ihadn’t heard from Roy Biddle in nearly thirty years when he called my home number. This was 1991, and an October day when brown, slippery leaves coated the pavement outside our west London house. Roy

WHEN Dad said that he and Kirsty were having a baby, I was surprised. Mum had always described Kirsty as “a career woman” and, when I asked her what that meant, she said Kirsty was very focused on her