My Middle Granddaughter Looks Different from Her Siblings, So I Gave Her a DNA Test to Expose the Truth
“Grandma,” she’d say, “why don’t I look like Mom or Dad?” It broke my heart because I could see how much it bothered her. What was I supposed to say? I didn’t have any real answers. I told her what I always told myself — genetics are funny, maybe she took after someone way back in the family tree.
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But it wasn’t just our family who noticed. Lindsey started telling me about how the kids at school would point it out, too. “They always ask why I don’t look like my mom,” she said one day, her voice barely above a whisper. “Even my friends say it’s weird that my hair is so blonde and everyone else in our family has dark hair. I don’t know what to tell them.”
I could hear the hurt in her voice. It wasn’t just curiosity anymore; it was becoming a source of pain. “They say things like, ‘Are you sure you’re not adopted?’ and they laugh, but it doesn’t feel like a joke, Grandma. It makes me feel… different. Like I don’t belong.”
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My heart sank. “Oh, sweetheart,” I said, pulling her close, “kids can be cruel sometimes. But don’t you ever doubt for a second that you belong. You’re a part of this family, no matter what anyone says. People come in all shapes and sizes, and families don’t always look alike. You’re perfect just the way you are.”
She looked at me with those big, sad eyes, searching for reassurance. “But it’s not just them, Grandma. I feel it, too. I don’t look like anyone. I don’t feel like I fit in.” Her voice cracked, and a tear slipped down her cheek. “Why won’t Mom and Dad let me take the test? What are they afraid of?”