TRUE-LIFE
Peeling back the shiny wrapping paper, I spotted the words on the box peeping out from underneath.
Grinning, I glanced up at my hubby Mark, then 57.
‘Thought you could give it another shot,’ he smiled.
The box read 23andMe. A DNA testing; company.
I’d done a similar test two years earlier to try and find my biological mum, but had no luck.
So now, for my 57th birthday in January 2021, Mark had bought me another kit from a different company.
You spit in a tube and send it in for DNA analysis.
Then the company emails you the results, along