I’m Sure I’m Adopted But My Parents Deny It

Hi, I’m Ashley. I’m going through a really
difficult period. I need to tell you all about it,
so you can tell me what you think. Guys, I think I’m adopted. I’m serious I’ve been thinking about this
for a very long time. I finally asked my parents
about it last month. They denied it. They said, “Of course not, don’t be silly!
How did you come up with that?” They were very upset. My mom has migraines.
After our conversation, she was in bed with migraines
for three or four days. Of course, I felt terrible about that, but I don’t believe them because of
all the evidence I have. My parents, or my adoptive parents, came up with all sorts of explanations for
everything I see as proof. But I’m not convinced. Not knowing the truth is eating me up inside. Am I adopted? I would be so happy if you could tell me
what you think, once you hear the whole story. First, let me tell you a little bit
about myself and my family. I’m sixteen years old.
I live in a small town. I had to take a break from school this year because of how this affected
my mental health, but I want to go back. My mom doesn’t work. My dad is in real estate. I have a brother who is
five years younger than me. We don’t have any
financial problems. Clearly I don’t have a terrible life. We’re a normal family
with good days and bad days. I first started thinking about
whether I’m adopted, after we studied genetics at school. Both my parents and my brother have blue eyes. I have brown eyes. I learned this is not normal
when studying for an exam. According to specialists, when both parents have blue eyes, there is a 99% chance that the child
will have blue eyes, 0.5% chance to have green eyes, and point five percent chance
they’ll have brown eyes. Guys, half a percent, that’s one in 200. That’s so unlikely. Then there is the fact that I’m
the only one the family with curly hair. I couldn’t find clear information
about this online, but considering my eye color,
this seems very unlikely too. My mom has straight hair, my dad has straight hair, my brother has straight hair. if I had wavy hair maybe I could convince
myself that it was okay, but the fact that it’s super curly
makes it very doubtful. Once I started thinking about it I found
so many physical differences. For example, my brother has dimples
like my mom. Both my dad and my brother
have a gap in their teeth. I know you’re going to say stop exaggerating, but my brother’s toenails are exactly
the same as my mom’s. Their big toenail is larger than normal. Their little toe almost has no nail. Like I said earlier, my brother has blue eyes and straight hair, meaning he shares some physical qualities
with our parents. Don’t you think it’s a little weird
that I’m so different? Here’s one more evidence for you. My mom is always on a diet,
but she can never lose weight. My dad also has issues with his weight. In fact once when my dad had problems
with his heart, his doctor said, “If you don’t lose weight, this heart
won’t be able to take it!” He had to go on a diet
but he couldn’t even lose a pound. My brother, mom and dad
all have strong appetites. There’s always food around. Somebody is always eating something. But I couldn’t care less about food. When I go to bed, I realize I forgot to eat. Everyone says that I eat too little. What can I do? I really
don’t have much appetite. I can’t force myself to eat a lot. Unlike everyone else in the house, I’m the only one who actually
wants to gain weight. Everyone knows that such things are genetic. If I was really their child, don’t you think that
I would have an appetite like they do? Isn’t it abnormal that I’m so different There’s another thing that makes me think
I’m adopted. My brother was born
as a result of IVF treatment. Of course nobody told me about this,
but I kind of knew it, even when I was young. Once I heard my mom crying. I want to see what was happening. She was on the phone. She didn’t see me. She was talking to my aunt, “It didn’t work again. We’ve spent a fortune
on these treatments. I’m so fed up. I’m losing hope. I won’t be able to have
a child. I need to accept this”, she said. At the time, I interpreted this as,
“I won’t be able to have another child,” but when I started thinking that
I may be adopted. I realized that my mom had meant,
“I’m never going to have a child of my own.” My brother was born nearly two years
after this conversation. That means my mom must have
continued with the treatments, and finally managed to get pregnant. Whether I’m related to my brother
biologically or not, I love him so much. I’m so glad he was born. He loves me too. But what if he stops loving me when
he finds out that I’m not his real sister? That makes me really upset too. Finally, here’s the most important proof
that I have foolishly believed until now. My baby photos begin from the age of 1. There are no photos of me as an infant, and neither are there photos of my mom
when she was pregnant. My first photo is from my first birthday. The story they told me about this is that they saved the photos from my first year
to a hard disk which got lost when we were moving. I was never suspicious, so I believed
this for years. But really, wouldn’t they have
one printed photo of their first child, they would have framed it,
and put it somewhere in the house, Or maybe made a magnet
for the fridge or something. My dad says that he wanted to do it but
couldn’t because that year was so hectic with my birth, big problems at work,
and moving to a new house, That’s why they never got around to
printing the photos. Only a child would believe that
as I did for all these years. According to the scenario
that I’ve created in my mind, my parents couldn’t have children
after they got married. Probably my mom went through
treatments at the time as well, but couldn’t get pregnant. So they adopted me, but they really wanted a child their own. So they continued with the treatments. Like my mom said on the phone, they spent tons of money on them, and finally had a child. Of course they didn’t get rid of me
when my brother was born. They kept on raising me but don’t I have the right to know this most
important fact about my life? Even though they don’t treat me like I’m adopted, don’t I have the right to know who
my biological mom and dad are? Of course it’s my right, and I’m going to figure it out no matter what. The other thing that’s bothering me is where and from whom they adopted me. I also have a theory about this.
Let’s see what you think. According to my research, there’s an age
limit for parents adopt from an orphanage. That means you have to be a certain age. They couldn’t have adopted me from
the government agency because they were too young. They must have adopted me directly
from a family or a single mother. The question then is; from whom? The answer is my aunt and uncle! In some families when a couple can’t have kids, another couple from within
the family gives them a child. You get to help a loved one
have a child while making sure that he or she will be well taken
care of by someone you trust. Why do I think my aunt and uncle are
my real parents, let me tell you. First of all, my uncle has blue eyes just like
my dad does, but my uncle’s wife has brown eyes. This solves the eye-color issue. They have three kids, two girls and a boy. If you saw their youngest daughter’s hair,
I’m sure that you would agree with me because her hair is even curlier than mine. Another physical proof, everyone in their
family except for my uncle is very thin. They live in another country, but
I don’t want to say where. They used to visit every summer
when I was a kid, but they don’t anymore because I think that my aunt,
who is probably my real mom, gets really sad when she sees me. Who knows, maybe she regrets giving me up. I have this vague memory: I was sitting on my aunt’s lap, and she was crying as she caressed my hair. My mom came in, grabbed me,
and took me to another room right away. The memory isn’t very clear
because I was so young. I hope I didn’t make it up. But when I think about it now, I can feel her touching my hair. In fact, she was humming a song
as she was crying. I remember the melody. Whenever my uncle calls my dad,
he talks to me and my brother too. He’s always very kind to me. “How are you?”, he asks.
“Do you need anything?” “We can’t come to visit but I can
send it to you” Things like that. Is my uncle my dad? One day I’ll find out no matter what. So what happens now? You know there is something
called a DNA test, but I need samples from my parents. I tried to see if I could do it secretly, but apparently things don’t work like
they do in the movies. For example, you can do
a DNA test with saliva, but apparently an expert has to come, and takes the saliva sample himself
under the right conditions. This means that I can’t just take
a chewed up gum to the lab. I want to convince my parents
to do this test one day. How will I ever face them, if the test proves
that they really are my parents? This is not something that can be undone. Think about it, your own child
thinks you’re not her real parents, and makes you take a DNA test. Wouldn’t it be too hurtful? This is my story guys. Now please tell me,
do you think I’m adopted or am I just being ridiculous? Does my evidence make sense? Please share your thoughts in the comments. Do you think that my aunt and uncle
can be my real parents? I’d be so happy if you could tell me
what you think about that as well. If you want to see your story here, You can write it up and send it to the email address
in the info section below. Thanks for listening to me. Please help me out with your comments. I really need it.


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