When I first met my sister, I was 22 years old and being introduced to a sibling I never knew existed. My dad had a daughter with another woman while my mother was taking care of me, while I was still just a newborn… my dad was not parent material, so he just up and left us both to have two more kids. But one day, I logged on to Facebook and saw a new message from a beautiful girl with auburn hair and green eyes:
“Hey, this might sound sort of strange, but I discovered you after I did an ancestry search. You’re my brother, our dad had me with my mom around ten months after you were born. I’d like to meet you, would you be available to get together?”