"I know you've always wondered about your background," he said. "Maybe this will give you some answers."
I cried. No one had ever given me something so thoughtful.
I took the test that night, excited to finally learn where I came from. Maybe I had Italian heritage, or Irish, or something exotic. Maybe I'd find distant cousins, build a family tree.
The results came six weeks later.
I opened the email at 2 AM, too excited to sleep.
Ancestry breakdown: 43% British, 28% German, 15% Scandinavian, 14% other European.
Cool. Basic white girl genetics. No surprises.
Then I saw the other tab. "DNA Relatives."