Back in January, my brother and sister and I went on a roadtrip. During this road trip, my sister and my father did a DNA test . . . It’s a long story. You can read a bit more on it here.

The results are back . . . and . . . drumroll, please . . . my sister is my 100% sister! We got the same mamma and the same daddy. This is a story that’s been fifteen years in the making and it’s nice to finally know the ending of this particular chapter.

Nothing much has changed in my eyes as far as my relationship with my sister, but to know – within 99.8% probability that what we’ve always thought was true is like a deep breath of fresh air. And an invisible weight lifted that  we didn’t even know was sitting on us.