I’d Been Ashamed of the Birthmark on My Forehead Since Childhood – 25 Years Later, It Changed My Life

He paid for an expedited DNA test without blinking, like money meant nothing compared to this moment.

The results came back fast.

Faster than I was ready for.

We met at my parents’ house to open the results.

My real parents. The ones who’d raised me, loved me, and chosen me when someone else had given me away.

The result was a match.

This man was my father.

Biologically. Genetically. Undeniably.

My mother cried.

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