Our daughter has gone off to college, and that has brought mixed joy and sadness, but one unexpected recipient of sadness is my father. Mojo and I had long planned to have another child, this time by surrogacy. My father has been more excited about this than either of us. I’m his only male child and he desperately wants to pass along that Y chromosome. But now that we have a child-free existence, we’ve put those plans on hold. My father is crushed. So for his birthday I decided if I couldn’t give him his genetic future, I’d give him his genetic past.
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