"Did you find your real parents?" How would you react to that question if your grandmother asked you that question from her nursing home bed? That is the question that led me on a quest to find out if I really was adopted or if they were ramblings or confusion of my grandmother who thought I might be someone else. The quest led me on a journey to find out more about my family and what it really means and, in turn, learn more about myself and find who I really am.

Then I learned more family secrets, some scandalous and some kind of funny, and that I had family out there that I didn't know about and my search for that missing relative. And while dealing with that search, I had a new secret that we had to guard and keep from family and friends.

This is my/our story, looking back some thirty years ago, back to the 1990s, and how we/I was not searching for answers for one family secret while trying to keep another one hidden and the trials and experiences that we had. Some were humorous, while others were heart-wrenching and painful.

Some family memories and histories paralleled each other to some uncanny experiences. Although some parts are true, this is a fictional story, the story of how I wished things had turned out when I was asked the infamous question "Did you find your real parents?" So what would you have done? Read my story, our story, of what I wish I had done and some of what I/we really did.

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