Linda immediately agreed.
I don’t know why, but something about the suggestion made my stomach tighten.
Still, I agreed.
Three weeks later, the results arrived.
Susan was the first to call me.
Her voice was trembling.
“Mary, are you sitting down?”
“What’s wrong?”
“Something is wrong with our results. Or… I don’t even know what to think.”
“What are you talking about?”
She went silent for several seconds.
“The test says you’re not my sister.”Plan Family Trips
I laughed.
“That’s ridiculous. The laboratory must have mixed up the samples.”
“Mary… the test says you’re my mother.”
I nearly dropped my phone.
A few minutes later, Linda called.
Her results showed exactly the same thing.
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According to the DNA tests, I was the biological mother of both my sisters.
But that was impossible.
I was only two years older than Linda and four years older than Susan.
