Alex here, and until a few days ago, I believed my life was wonderful. My parents, Carla and Martin, treated me like the center of the world as an only child. I never felt deprived. I always had the newest electronics, unexpected presents, and infinite affection, even if we weren’t rich.
Dad brought the latest VR headset home last week.
What’s the event? Wide-eyed, I asked.
Do I need a cause to indulge my favorite son? He smiled.
“You mean your only son,” Mom laughed.
“Exactly! Dad added, “He gets double the love,” messing up my hair.
Everything was always pleasant, cheery, and excellent. Until that stupid DNA test results arrived.
It was just curiosity. An internet kit that claims you’re 3% Scandinavian or descended from medieval rulers. I ordered it, spat in a tube, and forgot.
