My Late Foster Sister Left Me DNA Test Results That Destroyed Everything I Believed About My Family – Story of the Day

The night before the 4th of July, I lingered in my office, avoiding the holiday’s emptiness. An unexpected call from an attorney about my foster sister Cynthia’s inheritance changed everything. Cynthia, who’d distanced herself searching for her father, had passed away and named me in her will. I drove to her small funeral, attended by only a few, and received an envelope revealing a DNA test: we were biological sisters, separated at birth after our mother’s death. Cynthia’s letter explained she’d found our father but died before meeting him. Clutching a

photo of him with us as babies, I tracked him down at a café he frequented. On his porch, I showed him the photo. He broke down, admitting he gave us up, overwhelmed by grief. We reconciled, visiting Cynthia’s grave together, laying flowers, and vowing to build the family she’d wanted. That night, we barbecued in his backyard, Mr. Jenkins barking approval. For the first time, I wasn’t alone on the 5th of July, finally finding a home with my father.