Today I found out a young man whom I greatly admire (the son of a dear friend) is the father of a five-year-old son. My young friend had an affair with the mother several summers ago. The recent revelation of my young friend's paternity was a total surprise to him and, in consequence, to everyone and hearing the story brought me to tears.
The grandmother, my friend, was not happy. She could not accept the news and that is what hurt me so badly—the innocent child is rejected because adults have issues with the nature of the innocent's conception.
The story ends happily with all known relatives of the child reconciled and now thrilled with the new son/brother/grandson. Meanwhile, I have never known life without pain over stories like this due to the nature of my story (soon to be a minor motion picture).