A simple DNA test changed everything. As I stared at the results on my computer screen, confusion overwhelmed me. My mind fought against the reality, but deep down, I sensed my life would never be the same.
I’m Billy. Just days ago, I felt secure as an only child, cherished by loving parents who made me feel like their whole world. Just last week, Dad surprised me with the latest gaming console—no special occasion, just because.
“What’s this for?” I asked, excitement bubbling.
“Do I need a reason to spoil my favorite son?” he chuckled, with Mom adding, “Your only son, you mean.”
Life seemed perfect until my 18th birthday. As a treat to myself, I ordered an ancestry DNA test out of curiosity. I expected some fun revelations—maybe a hint of Viking ancestry—but instead, I uncovered a hidden family.
When the results came in, my hands trembled with anticipation. But as I opened the email, my excitement froze. A “close family match”: a brother named Daniel.
I blinked, rubbed my eyes, and read it again. A brother? I had always been an only child. Dazed, I called the DNA company, hoping for a mistake. The representative was polite but firm: “Our results are double-checked, sir. This match is accurate.”
That night, I anxiously waited for Dad to come home. As soon as he walked through the door, I pulled him aside. “Dad, do you know someone named Daniel?” I asked, my heart racing. His face paled, and his cheerful demeanor vanished.
“Where did you hear that name?” he whispered, glancing around as if Mom might overhear. I showed him the results, feeling my heart sink as he closed his eyes and sighed heavily. “Listen,” he said softly, “don’t tell your mom. I had an affair years ago. Daniel is… part of my past.”
I promised to stay quiet, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that Dad was hiding something. I tossed and turned all night, debating whether to contact Daniel. The next day, unable to resist, I sent him a message. He replied almost instantly.
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