You could have children of your own and you could have some hired children. The only issue for you is whether your children are good to you.

You could have children of your own and you could have some hired children.  The only issue for you is whether your children are good to you. Sometimes the society in which you live will test who you are. That society could have a high number of orphans in the population.  Maybe all the children took a little money from the adoptive pastor's church. Some of them lived with him and some may have lived with him occasionally.  The truth is who listened to his voice and honored him.  His real daughter may have been his daughter and she may have taken a little money like everyone else. Maybe she was adopted or hired and was treated like the real daughter.  But, after many years there is one question. What happened to his special paintings and his shoes? What happened to his property since you can't take it with you but you could honor him in ensuring you preserved his testimony and property to be passed on to another generation.  A real daughter should have  no doubt about her legitimacy. She receives what she is given.  Even if she isn't given anything formally, she should at least honor all that she was blessed in receiving since there are 1000 other children at Hellshire who would love to try to understand a Pastor's life and a place for their shoes at the front door if nothing else.   So, if there is one hired son who never lived with the pastor strong enough to hold all of the Pastor's property, it is because he must have heard what the Pastor said and did what he was told. He must have been thankful. He did not marry the Troglodyte girl.  But, the Pastor's daughter married the troglodyte orphan  boy whose father was a sex operation but his real mother was a certainly a woman.  While everybody was guilty for 5 schillings from the offering plate in their unique position at the back of the church every now and again in the office, the real daughter did not beg for her parent's properties that were being held by someone. she never begged for them that she might own and maintain one of the many properties but instead she rented from her associates. A legitimate child, whether they took a schilling or not, would have forgiven themselves enough to beg for what is theirs to own and maintain that she might pass it on to her children and her children's children and put their names on the property. She wants to ensure her real father or lovingly adoptive father's posterity; even one house. But, in not begging and asking for anything she has confessed her works and her feeling toward that family that raised her whether or not she is his legitimate child of his seed.  The hired son may be just as guilty of the schilling but love dictates a certain response to situations. 
He wants to know if the legitimate daughter born in the womb of his adoptive mother is guilty about taking her position in her family as the Reverend's surviving child but not the beneficiary under her mother's will.  Who do you love? Who are you working for? How much did you really take from that family that you have wiped your mouth and are content? Where is your sister? Where is your mother? Where is your father? Do you love him? Do you love your children? Do you love your father's testimony as a hired daughter or as his legitimate child of birth? Who are you? Thank you but this is important to ask as only the guilty....only the guilty would not ask the builder of highways in France or Jamaica who is supposed to be their relative to just make it look a little better from the pecking gallery for all the Black and Asian Troglodyte people  who is her God that she might save face. It is too late to ask what happened to her mother and sister. Maybe they ate too much rock candy and drank too much mineral water in the 70's and lost their minds; rather conveniently but the answer remains. It seems she poisoned her mother when she was told and bought the poison down in Heavenshire on Eglinton; the memory drug.   The properties are to be enjoyed and held in trust for her son.