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My husband Mark handed me a carefully wrapped gift. ‘Happy birthday,’ he said, grinning.
After pulling off the paper, I stopped short, seeing the words 23andMe on the box underneath.
‘I thought you might want to try again,’ Mark said.
It was a DNA testing kit.
I had used one from a different company a couple of years earlier to try to find my biological parents.
The results had connected me with two half-sisters, which was wonderful. But sadly, I’d learned that my father had passed away, and there was no trace of my birth mum.
Now my
