It never did seem quite right.I just do not resemble in any way anyone in my family.I  feel at times my father is a little suspicious of my origins, however he has not suggested a DNA test yet. Easy for him to get a sample of mine, we share the same bathroom. I do not appear to be loved less than my brother and sister, although they do joke when looking through family photos and say things like ”Still can’t find a match for Lenny.”

It is unnerving at times, although I really seldom think of it. I am taller,smarter, and better looking than my siblings. Not bragging, it is just a fact. Very good at sports as well. They are all proud of me, someone to brag about. I win at chess in my high school club. No one in the family has an interest.

Our differences do not seem to matter, I can feel their love.  

 Later, in adulthood, I did my own searching and had a DNA test.

The answer did not really surprise me. I am not a match. Not even close. I

was very sad for awhile. I really wanted to belong, but I will not tell a soul. I love this family and if perchance the truth ever does surface I can only hope the real Lenny Brown has enjoyed the same life I have.

Perhaps we could be friends, but change places, I don’t think so.

I secretly search. I am so curious about my hidden family. I wonder if I could love them as well, or if my misplaced other would want to take my place and replace me.

 Barbara Smith 
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