I took a risk when…
I took a risk when I spit into the glass tube and sent off the DNA test. I had only a little information on my mother’s history. She was born in 1935 and raised by her grandmother. She didn’t know her own mother or father. She’s what’s known today as an NPE or a “non-paternal event.” The results of my test came back matching with some of her relatives. But nothing on my Dad’s side. My siblings tested and I realized that I too was an NPE. I suspected I could be, as my Dad was 30 years older than my mother. so I wasn’t so much shocked as I was energized. My vague feelings were confirmed, and I now felt like a cadaver dog who has just picked up the scent. I was now on a mission to find out what happened to my mother’s family and who might be my biological father.
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Family