Hello, My name is Rebecca. I’ve recently reconnected with my birth family.
Let me explain…
One time when I was little, I did something especially bad. Yes, you read that right. I did something bad only once in my childhood. I was an angel.
My mom was so surprised and angry (I don’t remember what I did, but it must have been really really bad) she said I couldn’t possibly be her child because her child would never have done that.
Years later, it became a joke.
- I don’t need to learn the family apple dumpling recipe because I’m not a blood relation.
- It was nice of you to invite me to Christmas dinner…since I’m not your real child.
Then Mephistopheles pointed out that I don’t look like anyone in my family. So I started asking questions…
Me: So…::nervous laughter::…Mephistopheles said I don’t look like you or Dad. That’s funny, isn’t it?
Mom: I guess you don’t.
Me: Is that an admission of guilt?
Mom: You have your aunt’s fingers though.
Me: What are you saying exactly? My aunt is really my mom? Who is my dad?
But the mystery remained unsolved…until I started blogging. Finally…I’ve found my real father: Omawarisan.
How do I know he’s my father? We have the same taste buds.
He hates pumpkin. I hate pumpkin.
He doesn’t drink coffee. I don’t drink coffee.
He hates cantalope. I hate cantalope.
He dislikes artifical grape flavor. I dislike artficial grape flavor.
And he used to live in Maryland…the state where I live. So that proves it. Plus he admitted it.
That also makes me The Jolie’s half sister…or something.