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I had to blur out the face of some people as I technical don't know them. Supplies used; BHS_CKH_WellRead VP, EBA_GenealogyRecords_Paper_Tree, EBA_SSEmb_GenealogyCharts_Pedigree-4Gen, bhs_scrapping_wordart4_0001_story-to-tell, SNU_SSPaper_ArtMixBorders-Stitched_Paint4, SNU_SSStyles_ShadowMe6301-Grey, AFT_SSStyles_PaperBorders_6401_SM Journaling reads; Growing up, I was told that I was adopted. That my biological father was a prominent D.C. lawyer and that my biological mother was his mistress. Because he was so important the adoption was held secretively in a judge’s chambers and that there was no adoption papers. I also was told that the woman who I knew as my adoptive mother had given birth to a baby that just happened to be born on the same day I was but had died. Her doctor told her he knew of a baby they could adopt, me. Fast forward to 2013. After something my oldest daughter mentioned, I started to search for some kind of adoption record but found nothing. I learned about a genetic DNA testing company, 23andMe. So I took the test, got my results and thought now what? A short time later I was contacted from a young man who said we were a strong match but we didn’t know how we were related. The following summer with the help of a search angel I was given a copy of this young man’s grandfather’s obit. The deceased man had lived in the same city as my adoptive parents had lived and their oldest daughter had been born. I sent her a copy (my adoptive parents were no longer alive by this time. i asked her if she recognized any of the names in the obit, thinking it was highly unlikely as she was 12 when I was born and who knew how big the city was at that time. I didn’t hear from her about it for awhile as we were both busy with our lives. When I asked her about it. She told me she had taken the same DNA test and it came back that were were half sisters! She had recolonized the deceased man’s name as being really good friends/neighbors of our parents. I eventual explained it to the young man who explained it to his dad, one of my new found half brothers. This man and I exchanged a couple of emails and both agreed we were not interested in meeting. The young man sent me a few pictures. Over the last 10 years I have been working though the knowledge that I was lied to most of my life. I’m thankful that I was able to find out the truth before my sister passed away and that we were able to talk it through. And even though I was lied to I’m grateful to be alive.
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