Story 10:
I always knew I was adopted as an infant. When I was 26, I received an anonymous letter in the mail containing my original birth certificate and a card from my sister’s funeral. I grew up knowing her as a cousin.
It turns out my great-uncle adopted me. My “aunt” is actually my grandmother, and my mother is my “cousin.” When I was young, we often visited my (great-)grandparents, who lived about four hours away. My biological parents lived next to my grandparents—which meant I saw them regularly and played with my full brother and sister, but had no idea at the time.
