Thanks to the power of a couple of pints, I am able to post this. It's a serious question but posting in the Lounge I am prepared for sensible and comic answers, so here goes. My Mother died a couple of years ago. About a year before, whilst I was going through some troubles in my now defunct marriage she took me to the pub. I told her what was going on and looked at her, she was crying. I asked her what was wrong and then she told me a secret. In 1947 my Mum and her family emigrated to New Zealand on one of those ?1 things, on arrival my Grandfather (whom I never met) decided he'd got it wrong and turned tails to go back home. My Mother decided to stay, she was seventeen and smelt some adventure (yes, even in "40's NZ). She remained there for 10 years. The reason was that she met a guy and became pregnant. This being just after the war, with abortion a dangerous and illegal thing, she had the baby, a little girl, who was subsequently adopted. It appears that my Mother stayed out of shame, not because of the great adventure she had previously led us to believe. On returning home she came to London, met my Dad and got married but carried this secret until she confessed to me and asked me never to tell anyone. the thing is I discovered I had a sister at the age of 39, I can't tell my brother or my Father, let alone her surviving sisters and brother and it weighs upon me. What would you do?