Finding NeverTooLate

I suppose there are a few things I should explain first. I decided to only search for NeverTooLate instead of SinginInTheRain too. My reasoning was that she was the person who I had been told about my entire life and that she was the one that probably would be more likely to be happy to talk me. Also, all of those doubts were still there to an extent, but I knew that I was doing it for the right reason. I wasn’t looking for a new family, I was looking for a connection with the family that I had and lost. I was looking for a connection to my past. I wanted to know where I came from. I wanted to know more than the little information that was presented on a piece of paperwork from 22 years before.

I figured that the report would probably have about five or six names and that I would start at the top and work my way down. I was going to look them all up online, see if I could find out more information and try to cross names off using the small list of facts I knew. I figured it would be really hard, and it would probably take a while, but that in the end it would be worth it.  I figured a lot of things, all wrong.

It came back with two names. One was from the North Shore, far from where I was born, and the other was from the city I was born in. And to top it all off, her maiden name was the name on my original birth certificate. Bingo. I had a name. And something else came up that was rather odd. This report had a list of possible relatives, and one of them was named SinginInTheRain. And his birthday was the same as the one on my paperwork. I had found them both without really trying. They were related somehow, but I wasn’t sure how.  My dad’s grandparents were related, so I kind of freaked out a bit and hoped I wasn’t the product of incest or something.  My mind went there, I must admit.

Finding the truth took a bit more digging. I dug through the internet over the next few days. One day was very fruitful and produced a birth announcement for one of my little sisters. Turned out SinginInTheRain and NeverTooLate had gotten married and they had two daughters (no incest for me!). One was seven years younger than me, and the other was ten years younger than me. As crazy as it sounds, that never made me mad. I was really excited more than anything else. I was afraid that I was the product of a one night stand or something like that. I really wasn’t sure. To find out that my natural parents had gotten married made me really happy. Finding out I had sisters made me happy too. It’s not like they had more kids a year after they gave me up. They waited seven years and a lot can happen in that time.

I now had more questions that ever but I was glad with what I had figured out. I also found my biological grandfather and uncle had an IT company. I felt like I had hit the jackpot. Facebook produced pictures, and low and behold I looked like them. Finally, someone I looked like! Someone who I could stand next to and people would know we were related! It was an amazing discovery. Little did I know that the story was far, far from over.