My father's second family showed up at his burial with three children

We buried my father in Aba last month. My mother was there, my sisters were there, the whole church was there. Then a woman walked in with three children and sat at the front like she had a reserved seat.

After the service, she pulled my mother aside and said, "He has been at our house in Owerri every weekend for eleven years. These are his children." My mother did not cry. She just looked at the boy, who had my father's exact jaw, and walked back to the car.

I have been the one paying my younger sister's fees at UNN. My father was collecting money from us for "the family house" that never got built. Eleven years. Every weekend. And we never suspected anything because he was always in church on Sunday morning. God is involved in this one, because I still don't know how to feel. The man is gone. The children are innocent. But somebody owes us an explanation.