I read the book, "The Stranger in my Genes" by Bill Griffeth over Christmas weekend. It was a moving story about discovering that the man who raised Bill was not his father. Bill took a DNA test at the request of his cousin. When the results came back, Bill's whole world turned upside down.
I highly recommend reading this book because it focused on the unwelcome results of a DNA test. This is a short but intense read. Family is the most important part of our lives and when a wrench is thrown in that we are not expecting, well, it can be so shocking that our whole existence shifts.
Now for our story.
Last year I had a DNA test done and I didn't expect anything to be different from what I already knew about my family history. Since that time, I have begun to attend a DNA class that meets once a month at the local library. There are several regulars who attend that have the same story as Bill Griffeth. Sometimes the newly discovered family are welcoming and on the other hand the news is devastating. No one really knows how they would react until they are in the situation. The teacher always says: DNA never lies, people do.
My sister sent in her sample three weeks ago. Now we must wait for the DNA to be processed. Donna secretly hopes for different results. To be honest, I do too.
We already knew about the family secret. One evening in December 2004,
my aunt called. We chatted as usual and spent
about an hour catching up on the lost years that we hadn’t heard from one
another. At one point, my sister became
the topic of conversation. Jokingly, I told
her that we used to tease Donna when she was young and tell her that she was
adopted. She didn’t look like me at all. My sister has a cute little turned up nose, mine
comes to a point. She has a high forehead and her shape is more like a pear while
I resemble an apple (more like a pumpkin) and the hair, she has more than I ever had.
After a somewhat
long silence my aunt said, “Gina, I have something to tell you about your sister.
Donna is not Charles’ daughter.” She went into great detail about my mother’s affair
and then revealed the name of the man. As I listened to my aunt tell me about
my mother and another man, I wept inside.
Truth had a tongue that day and my aunt was the messenger. I listened intently as she told me the story
of my mother’s infidelity. “Don’t tell your sister, it will hurt her” was the last thing
my aunt said to me before I hung up the phone.
I sat on the sofa stunned, finding it hard to
let the news sink into my head. I was 44
years old when I found out that Donna is really my half sister. I felt betrayed by my parents, even if they
meant well. After the initial shock, the
tears came and I wept for a long time. What
will I say to my brother? I asked myself.
Oh God! How will I ever be able to
tell my sister? This news will break her
heart. It surely has broken mine. My mind raced all night and well into the
next day. All I kept thinking about was
how we were duped. How many more secrets did they keep from us?
I called my brother right away; My hands
trembled as I dialed his number. When he picked up the phone, I was shaking so
hard that I could barely speak.
“Mom had
an affair and Donna is not one of Dad’s children.” I told my brother. I could tell by the gasping sound he made on
the other end that he was shocked. He
asked me to repeat what our aunt said, as if he didn’t hear me the first time. I repeated verbatim every detail.
“Are you
going to tell Donna?” he asked. “I have to,” was my reply. “She needs to know this. It is her right to know who her biological father
is. I just don’t know how I am going to
tell her this dreadful news. God knows when the right time will be; I need to
get over the shock of this myself. “
Many days passed, then weeks, eventually
months went by without speaking a word to my sister. I could not bring myself to upset Donna with
the truth just yet. I’m not sure if I
had the strength to tell her. This task is going to be so hard for me. My mother let us down and she was someone
that we trusted with our secrets, while all along she had one herself.
I spent many nights crying, swearing, and
calling mom names. “Why did you do this?” I spoke
into the darkness, expecting a reply, but it was strangely quiet as I listened
for an answer.
I called my cousin and she confirmed what my aunt had told me and they wondered why we didn't figure it out sooner. To be honest, we never questioned our parents. It seemed like all of our relatives knew the secret but us.
In late August of 2005, my
sister came over to spend some time with me.
We sat and chatted in the living room while drinking sweet iced
tea. She told me that the children were
all out of the house that evening and would be returning in a couple of days. I thought this moment would be as good a
time as any to tell my sister the news that she would not want to hear.
“Donna,
I have some bad news for you.” I said, and then I recounted the story with as
much detail that I knew of the affair. She could hardly believe what I was telling
her. Her chin began to quiver as I spoke
then tears filled her eyes and streamed down her cheeks. “Dad will always be my dad. Charles is my
real dad.” she cried, “The other man was just a sperm donor.” I asked her if she needed a hug. She nodded. We embraced each other and cried for
a long time. I couldn’t give her much
comfort, but I could give her the truth even though it was hard for her to hear
it.
Shortly thereafter, she went home
and dealt with the news in her own way.
Much like me, there was some swearing and crying, and she kept telling
the man that she knew as Dad that she loved him, even if he was there only in
spirit. I am sure that he heard her and
maybe cried a little himself. After all,
he stayed when he had every reason to leave but he loved his family and Dad always
treated Donna like she was his daughter.
Now we wait for the DNA results...To be continued.
