A respected doctor finds himself entangled in an affair with a woman much younger than him. As fate would have it, she becomes pregnant, and they grapple with the dilemma of what to do next. Abortion is out of the question, and putting the baby up for adoption feels equally challenging.
Caught in a web of secrecy, the doctor, unwilling to leave his wife, hatches a plan. He suggests to his mistress, “I have an idea. After I perform surgery on a priest who’s in the hospital for a prostate gland infection, we’ll give him the baby and claim it’s a miracle.”
Skeptical but desperate, the young woman asks, “Do you really think that will work?”
“It’s worth a shot,” the doctor replies.
Months pass, and the plan is set into motion. The baby is delivered, and the priest undergoes surgery.
Entering the priest’s room after the operation, the doctor exclaims, “Father, you won’t believe what happened!”
Perplexed, the priest asks, “What is it? What happened?”
“You’ve miraculously given birth to a child,” the doctor announces.
The priest is incredulous, but the doctor insists it’s a miracle and presents the baby to him.
Fifteen years later, burdened by guilt, the priest realizes he can no longer keep the truth from his son. Sitting the boy down, he confesses, “Son, there’s something I need to tell you. I’m not your father.”
Baffled, the son responds, “What do you mean? You’re not my father?”
With a heavy sigh, the priest admits, “I’m your mother. The archbishop is your father.”
