My SIL Did a DNA Test for My Daughter Behind My Back — When I Learned Her Reason for This, I Went Low Contact with My Brother

Ava’s parents were my best friends growing up.

We were never a thing, just close, like siblings. Her mom, Hannah, got married to a great guy, had a baby, and then three months later, they both died in a car accident. There was no family to take Ava in..

no one except me.

I wasn’t planning on being a dad at 24. Hell, I wasn’t even sure I liked kids. But leaving her to the foster system was something I didn’t want to do.

So, I stepped up, signed the papers, and became her father in every way that mattered.

My family knows she’s adopted. My daughter knows she’s adopted. No secrets, no lies.

But apparently, my brother, Ronaldo, and his fiancée, Isabel, had a DIFFERENT version of events in their heads.

I remember the night I decided to become Ava’s father. I was standing in the sterile hospital hallway, holding this tiny bundle while social services discussed options.

“Sir,” the social worker said gently, “I understand you were close to the parents, but raising a child is an enormous responsibility. There are wonderful foster families who —”

“No,” I cut her off, staring down at Ava’s sleeping face.

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