A DNA Test Made One Woman Realize She’d Been Lied To For Nearly 70 Years
The possibility filled her with a strange blend of hope and apprehension. Without hesitation, she contacted a local DNA specialist and booked an appointment for the coming weekend. This could be the start of answers she had craved for decades.
The receptionist had only one unusual request: bring any photographs of her parents. Mary hesitated—photos for a DNA test? It didn’t make sense. Still, assuming it was standard procedure, she agreed.
That evening, she combed through the framed snapshots that decorated her home—childhood smiles, her wedding day, her children’s birthdays—but not a single photo of her parents stared back at her. The absence stung.
Determined not to give up, she remembered the old photo albums she’d inherited years ago, stored away in the attic. They were dusty and untouched, but they were her only real connection to her parents.
The attic wasn’t easy to reach. The narrow staircase creaked with each step, and the space was a maze of stacked boxes and forgotten keepsakes. Mary rarely ventured up there, but today she climbed with purpose.
She knew exactly where the albums were tucked away. Relief softened her tension as she spotted them in the corner beneath a pile of linens. Carefully, she carried them down, feeling a quiet sense of accomplishment—until she opened the first one.
Her breath hitched. The photographs of her father were gone.
Flipping through page after page, she prayed the missing pictures had simply been moved. But they were nowhere. Every other image—birthdays, picnics, weddings—remained untouched. Only her father’s photos had vanished.
She was certain they had been there when she first inherited the albums. She had even removed a few to frame them, leaving small indentations where they once sat. Now, those spots were bare, as if the photos had never existed.
