With thanks to Leevil.
INT. A SUBURBAN LIVING ROOM.
MUM AND DAD ARE SAT ON THE SOFA. THEIR SON IS SAT ON A POUFEE IN FRONT OF THEM.
SON
Mum, Dad, I've got something to tell you.
DAD
I think we have suspected for a while now, son.
MUM (CHOKING DOWN A SOB)
We just want you to know, that we'll always love you, no matter what. Isn't that right?
DAD
Course it is.
SON
Thanks, I needed to hear that. You're making this really easy for me. Yes, I'm adopted.
MUM AND DAD LOOK BLANK.
DAD
Come again?
SON
I'm adopted. It is such a relief to be able to tell you.
MUM
But, dear...
SON
Mum. (CLUTCHES HER HAND) I want you to know that I have always loved you as if you were my own parents. (TAKES HIS DAD'S HAND AS WELL) And I'm very proud of you.
DAD (BLOWS AIR OUT THROUGH HIS MOUTH)
It's a lot to take in.
SON
It is.
MUM (WIPING A TEAR)
We will always think of you as our real son.
DAD
That's right, (WITH EMPHASIS) son.
SON
Thanks. But if you do want to find out who your natural children are, I will understand. (STANDS) I'll just go make us a cuppa.
SON LEAVES.
DAD
You okay?
MUM
Yes, it's shock, but...
DAD
At least he isn't...?
MUM
Quite.
DAD
I know.
MUM
I was sure he was going to tell us he was black.
END