A man’s search for his medical history leads him to discover his biological family, but their sudden interest takes a shocking turn. Faced with a difficult choice, he must decide whether blood ties outweigh the pain of abandonment.
One night, I was talking with my fiancée, Vivianne, about kids. The conversation turned to my medical history—something I’d never known, since I was adopted as a baby and abandoned in an alley. I ordered a 23&Me kit to learn more about my background.
A few weeks later, I found messages from people claiming to be my biological family. They said they had been searching for me. Initially, I brushed it off, but the messages grew more insistent. I ignored them, but they found my personal email and began bombarding me with guilt-laden messages. Eventually, they contacted me with a claim that my biological mother needed a liver transplant, and I was her only hope. I agreed to meet them, hoping it would end the harassment.
When I arrived at the meeting, I quickly realized something was off. They wanted me to donate, but none of the other siblings had been tested. After pressing for details, I saw they were making excuses. Furious, I stood up and told them I wanted nothing to do with them and that I wouldn’t save their mother’s life. I walked out, knowing I had a family who would give everything for me—Vivianne and the parents who raised me.
That night, I deleted my 23&Me profile, erased my social media, and changed my phone number to put an end to the harassment once and for all.