It only took a simple DNA test to unravel everything I thought I knew. I remember staring at the screen, frozen, my breath caught in my throat. My mind screamed that it had to be a mistake—but deep down, my heart already knew the truth.
From that moment on, nothing in my life would ever be the same again.
A DNA test was supposed to be a fun, harmless birthday gift to myself. I wanted to trace my ancestry, maybe find a distant cousin or two.
Instead, it destroyed everything I believed about who I was. My name is Lucas, and until a few days ago, I thought my life was perfect.
I grew up as an only child, and my parents—Helen and Richard—made me feel like I was the center of their world.
We weren’t rich, but they always found a way to make life comfortable. I got the latest gadgets before my friends, surprise presents for no reason, and endless affection. Just last week, Dad came home with the newest VR headset.
“What’s the occasion?” I asked, grinning.
He chuckled. “Do I need an occasion to spoil my favorite son?”
Mom laughed from the kitchen.
“You mean your only son.”
“Exactly!” Dad said, ruffling my hair. “That means he gets double the love.”
That was how it always was—comfortable, easy, perfect.
Until the DNA test changed everything.
It started of boredom, really. One of those ancestry kits that promised to tell you where your ancestors came from. I spat into the little plastic tube, mailed it off, and forgot about it.
A few weeks later, on a rainy Thursday afternoon, I got the notification: Your DNA results are ready.
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