When Dorothy joked about with a DNA genetic test to find long-distance relations, she was shocked to learn she had a daughter even though she had never been pregnant.
Until her husband passed away at the age of 57, Dorothy Weaver had never thought of herself as a lonely lady. As human rights lawyers, Dorothy and her husband Thomas had an intensely passionate commitment to their cause.
They fell in love right away when they first met at a college student demonstration. They’d considered having kids on and off for the next thirty-five years, but every time something came along to distract them, the baby project would have to wait another year.
The decades passed by more quickly than Dorothy had anticipated, and eventually having children was out of the question. Nevertheless, they might still adopt. When he passed away, Tom and Dorothy had begun the adoption procedure.
The phone rang as Dorothy was in the office discussing a desperate plan to spare a teenager on death row. She took it up, annoyed at being interrupted. She’d snapped, “This had better be good!”
The quiet voice on the telephone asked, “Mrs. Weaver?” making the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. “It’s about your husband, Mr. Thomas Weaver…”
Dorothy gave up on the phone, shutting out the pleading voice and all the pointless justifications. Tom had vanished. That bold, large heart had let him down. “I’m alone,” Dorothy muttered to herself. “I’m all alone.”
Tom was raised by devoted parents, but Dorothy was moved around in foster care until she reached adulthood. Despite this, her sharp intellect and determination allowed her to make it to college and eventually law school.
She returned home to find that Tom was no longer there to enjoy a bottle of wine over takeout pasta, to talk passionately about the causes they supported, or to reach for in that chilly, empty bed.
When she met Tom, the awful loneliness that had consumed her entire life—of being split apart and reduced to a mere shell of a person—became nonexistent.
Dorothy worked longer hours in the office and took on more cases, until one day she just gave up during a passionate closing argument, defending a young homeless mother who had killed the social worker who had attempted to take her child. Dorothy, the steely woman, had vanished.
Following an extended period of recovery, she at last evaluated her life. At the age of sixty, she was neither too youthful nor too frail to continue practicing law as she had in the past.
How could she respond? instruct? She made an offer to lecture a few hours a week at the esteemed law school that she and Tom had attended. That certainly was impressive! She would be surrounded by intelligent young people, useful, and busy!
Although teaching was helpful, at the end of the day she was alone herself, watching awful late-night television while sitting up in bed. She would later blame the stylish guests and the late-night talk program for what transpired next.
It was two in the morning, and a large black woman wearing a huge wig was interrogating a small, nearly hairless white woman. Their mouths were moving without making noise, and eventually Dorothy gave in and increased the volume.
The slender white lady, wiping at her pale pink eyes, replied, “My mother.” “I asked her, but the truth is she didn’t know…”
The ebony hostess looked at the camera with disbelieving eyes, then returned her attention to her guest. “Honey, your mama didn’t know who her baby-daddy was?”
The slender woman flushed, or rather, ugly red pimples burst out on her skin. “My mother had some godless years, Mavis, but she’s walking with the Lord now!”
Mavis exclaimed, “Amen!” and then inquired, “But how did she not know?”
“Those were the Woodstock days, Mavis,” the woman remarked. “People were sinning and following the ways of the devil and indulging their flesh…”
“However, you discovered your father,” Mavis cut in before the gaunt woman began to lecture. “How did that come about?”
“Well, as a Christmas gift, my son mailed in his and my husband’s DNA. I was furious, Mavis, I can assure you of that.The Lord is the owner of certain mysteries.”
“Yes, yes,” Mavis replied angrily. “We all know that, but how did you find your daddy?”
“This report that they sent us, Mavis, had Sturgis Lee Kersey on it, and it was as bold as brass. And seven additional names of siblings—you know, brothers and sisters? You could have used a feather to topple me.”
Mavis waved at that point, and Dorothy seen a well-dressed girl lead in eight emaciated people who were clearly the thin woman’s long-lost relatives. Dorothy exclaimed, “This is where I get off!” as she turned off the television.
However, the tiny woman’s splotchy face continued to rise before her eyes, and those purple-cracked lips beamed, “I wanted to know where I came from, and how come he didn’t love me.”
Rising from her chair, Dorothy proceeded to the restroom, switched on the lights, and glanced in the mirror. She said quietly, “I want to know where I come from, and how come she didn’t love me.” She made the decision to look into her own ancestry the following day.
Dorothy chose a business since it appeared to be the most reputable after completing a good deal of research. She collected the cheek swab, ordered the DNA test, and sent it off.
She got the results a month later. In one area of the report, she was inundated with confusing details about her ethnic background; but, in another, she noticed the words ‘49.96% match’ next to a picture of a young woman with a red head, whom the company identified as Michelle Simpson, 33, her daughter.
“My daughter?” she muttered to herself. “My daughter is not here. I have absolutely no children!” Dorothy sent a furious email, charging the business of incapacity and threatening various forms of legal chaos.
A few days later, the corporation gave her a phone response. “Mrs. Weaver,” said the man with the smooth voice across from her. “We’ve consulted our technical team, and faced with your assertion that you have never been pregnant or given birth, they offer the possibility of you having an identical twin.”
“An identical twin?” a shocked Dorothy exclaimed. However, oh my god! I grew up in the foster care system.I was clueless.”
After Dorothy used the heritage website to send Michelle Simpson a private message, she was excitedly replied to with a phone number and a recommendation that they get together.
Dorothy nodded, and a couple of days later she entered a restaurant and moved over to a table occupied by a slender redhead. Michelle, the woman, attempted to stand up but fell back into her chair, ghostly white.
She muttered, “You…” “Your mom looks exactly like you. Indeed, the way you wear your clothes and shape your hair—you even have her gait!”
With hesitation, Dorothy said, “Michelle?” “Your mom, she was in foster care too?”
Michelle tossed her crimson curls. “Nah! At the age of two, Mom was adopted. She struggled to adjust even though she had no recollections of her mother. My grandparents therefore discouraged her from locating her biological family in the future.”
Dorothy said, “Your mother…” “She is my identical twin. Have you informed her? Does she know?
Michelle gave a nod. “She is aware, yes. But she’s afraid. She wished that I would not do this. She had no interest in finding out why her mother had left her.”
“Leaved us,” Dorothy exclaimed. “She abandoned us, and she let us be separated.” Michelle raised her smartphone to take a picture of Dorothy. She quickly typed and sent a message.
Michelle exclaimed, “Sit!” “Tell me about yourself!”
“I’m a lawyer,” declared Dorothy. Additionally, a widow. I sent in my DNA because I don’t have any children or anyone else.” However, Michelle was staring behind Dorothy’s shoulder when a broad smile appeared on her face.
“Mom,” she sobbed. “Come and meet Dorothy.”
Dorothy stood up on wobbly knees and looked in the mirror!
“Dorothy?” murmured her alternate self. “I’m Susan.”
Dorothy was not thinking at all. She simply extended her arms and encircled Susan with them. She realized that she was crying, but it was alright since Michelle and Susan were also crying.
Susan sobbed, “I always felt like there was something wrong with me, like there was a part of me missing.”
Dorothy answered, “Me too!” “As if only half my heart was working…”
Susan said, “Now we are together!” They flashed the same smiles toward Michelle, turning their glowing faces in her direction. They were dressed similarly, and even their hair had the same cut.
Susan, a family lawyer, revealed that she and Michelle’s father had been wed for more than 15 years before to their divorce. Dorothy happened to be residing in Denver, Colorado, where she and the teenage Michelle had moved after leaving Florida to start over!
After being married, Michelle had four kids. With envy, Dorothy exclaimed, “So you are a grandmother!” “Tom and I continued delaying having kids because we believed we would have them forever…I’m alone now that it was too late.”
Susan angrily exclaimed, “No, you are not!” “Michelle, her spouse, and her children are with you. You’re not going to be alone ever again!”
As a result, Dorothy had a large family with numerous identical-looking grand nieces and nephews. The two sisters found that they shared similar likes and unsettling life parallels as they grew to know one another.
The sisters eventually moved in together because they were both alone, and Dorothy shamelessly treats Susan’s grandchildren.
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