We decided to do a DNA test just for fun during our Sunday family dinner, but within a few minutes, my dad was yelling at me to leave the house immediately. I assumed the results had uncovered a typical family secret. I had no clue they had actually revealed a massive lie my relatives had been covering up for decades.
I got thrown out of my parents’ home all because of a simple ancestry kit.
The entire thing unfolded in under two minutes.
My younger sister, Lily, brought one of those genetic testing kits home acting like it was just a fun new game.
“We are all taking this,” she announced at dinner, rattling the cardboard box. “Every single one of us. I want to find out if we have Irish roots, Italian blood, or if we are related to criminals.”
John rolled his eyes in annoyance. “You actually spent cash on that thing?”
Rose chimed in, “What a waste of time.”
I looked over and asked, “Grandma, are you feeling alright?”
Mary flashed a quick, forced smile. “I am perfectly fine.”
