My brother and I grew up believing we were fraternal twins. Same birthday, same childhood, same story—until we took a DNA test “for fun.” The results showed 0% genetic match. We assumed it was a mistake and tested again. Same result.
When we asked our parents, they looked terrified. My mom tried to brush it off, which only made me panic more. I went to the hospital where we were born, and that’s where I learned the truth: my mother is listed for only one birth. She never delivered twins.
I confronted my parents, and everything unraveled. My birth mother had died during childbirth. She had no family, no one to claim me, and I was going to be placed for adoption. My parents—who had just welcomed my brother—heard what happened and decided to take me in as their own.
My “twin” and I were born the same day, in the same hospital, but we aren’t biologically related at all. My entire life changed with one DNA test, but now I understand the truth: they chose me, loved me, and made me part of their family.
