I Just Did a DNA Test for Fun—But Accidentally Found Out a Brother Claims We Grew Up Together

“Raquel died last year,” he finally said. “I didn’t have the guts to reach out to you while she was alive. She always said you were ‘stolen,’ but I thought it was just her bitterness.”

I asked him, “Do you hate me?”

He looked at me, and with tears in his eyes, he said, “You were four. It wasn’t your fault. And honestly, I’ve missed you my whole life.”

We’ve been reconnecting since then. It’s weird, building a bond with someone you should have known your whole life. We’re not trying to rush it. We just meet up sometimes, talk, share memories—his of the past, mine of the years after.

We’ll never get those first twenty years back. But we have now.

And that counts for something.

Sometimes the truth unearths pain, but it also uncovers people who belong to you. Even after years apart.

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