This is my older brother I never knew I had. Until October of last year I was the oldest child in my family. But one day a letter from a stranger and a DNA test changed my life.
This is us. We drove to New Orleans to meet my older brother only five years older. Same mother, different fathers. But to be honest, he could be my twin. He was put up for adoption 7 days after our mother secretly gave birth to him. She never told anyone about what she had done. He was adopted, removed, adopted, had a very hard life. But he grew up into a really good person. I shared all I knew and let him learn about his cousins and uncle still living in the same area. He now has a sister, cousins and uncle to share his life with. A family that he has yearned for and what I never knew I had.
He has worked very hard his whole life. He is not afraid of anything nor anyone.
This is our maternal grandmother and grandfather. He did not get to know them but you can see he looks just like grandma. He got street smarts from both of them and a mechanical ability we both share. We both can figure things out and create from nothing. We both love mechanical anything and how to make it work.
He can fix anything he comes across. He works very hard for what he has. He can do anything he sets his mind to do. And very tough and loyal.
And he has a dark side, something we both share. That missing bit of why this happened to us. But now that he is a grandfather, husband and good guy, his life can have some answers. And I have the gift of an older brother. Something I really needed after being the oldest but never feeling like I ever was. I am a middle child and that explains a shitload of things. Pardon my French. It is good to have family again.
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