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Wednesday Nov 08, 2006

Relatives reunited

I used to say that my family was a bit like a soap opera when I was growing up, but with the latest true stories we have on TheSite about Susie, Lucy and Chris's experience of being reunited with a relative, it seems this scenario is far more common than I originally thought...

I was 15 when I found out my mum was adopted (I always had a bit of a suspicion though; my Aunt had carrot coloured hair and is tall and my Mum is petite with brown hair and hazel eyes, they also looked nothing like their parents). I have to admit I set a trap for my Grandma one day when we drove past a hospital by saying: "Where did you give birth to mum?" to which I got the reply: "You know I never gave birth to your mummy, don't you? I couldn't have babies so we adopted." OK, that makes sense then. So there it was. I told my mum I knew about her secret and of course, asked her the inevitable question about her real parent's whereabouts, but she said she didn't know.

Fast-foward four years and we were making the big drive up to university, which should have taken about four hours, but actually took nine for all the other students and their cars crammed full with duvets and pots and pans taking up the majority of the motorway. It was in these nine hours that my Mum dropped the bombshell that she did know her parents after all. They lived about 10 miles away in London and she'd known them since she was 27. I met them for the first time three months later - on Christmas Day. Weird, seriously weird. There in front of me were both my blood grandparents and my Aunt and her daughter. I could go on, but then that would be another story in itself!

 

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