IAmA Guy who found a long-lost sister neither of us (including our families) ever knew existed, at 20 years old.
To start, a bit about my background. I was born both black and white, each side of my families being predominantly of one ethnicity only. My father's side of the family (white), was extremely horrible to us, especially my mother, and has always been very racist. My father was a bit of a troublemaker, and before I was even one year old, he was killed by two policemen in a prison.
So, that being said, I've never had a relationship with him or that part of the "family". (Despite many attempts by my mother to forgive them, which failed).
I grew up as an only child, to a single mother my whole life. I had always wanted a brother/sister, and envied my friends who did, especially the ones who took theirs for granted. We moved a lot when I was a kid, and I really didn't make any close friends until around high school.
In 2008, I got a message on Facebook around 11pm at night.
It asked me if my father's name was "____". - This was perplexing, because one, this was a stranger. Totally random name, person, etc, and two... well no one knew my dad or his name except my family...
After saying "yes... who is this, and how did you know that?", I received, "Well, because he's my father too... and I think I'm your sister."
We talked for hours, and quickly realized we had to meet. Her mother was only a teen when she was pregnant with my sister, and after finding out, never told our dad about having the baby. She put the baby up for adoption at birth, and my sister was raised many miles away in another city, along with another adopted child, her brother. My sister is about 6 years older than I, and has never been known of by anyone on either side of my family. She had found out she was adopted around 18, and after many years of searching, found HER mother.
She was/is a wreck. My sister was lucky to get the family she had. Her biological, although said mess, did lead her to some contacts on our father's side... this also went terribly. She met up with those folks a few years before meeting me, only to be almost cussed out, mocked, and rejected immediately. Before leaving though, one of them had gave her some pictures, one having a picture of my mom and our dad. My sister asked about this mysterious black woman, and found out that she had a child to our dad (me). She got my name and hers, and kept searching.
Years later... she finds me.
Here's the crazy part:
My sister and I look almost identical. Maybe not TWINS per-say, but everyone tells us how we look so alike. My mother cried when I told her the news, but almost passed out when she saw my sister in real life for the first time.
My sister and I went to college in the same city, for almost the same degrees (art), both play almost all the same musical instruments, and even dress alike.
We have almost identical personalities, senses of humor, taste in tv/music/movies. We even sound the same.
My sister moved from the small town she was raised in, and lived in the city we both went to school at. We both lived in this city... THREE BLOCKS APART.... FOR YEARS. My kitchen window faced HER KITCHEN WINDOW, and to this day, I drive past either place and can barely fathom the odds.
My sister helped change my life. I got not only a sister, but a best friend. We hung out almost every day, and even lived together after meeting, oh and better yet, she has two kids. I'm an uncle :)
The boys, her mom and dad, and obviously her have helped my have a full family, and it's something I've always wanted.
Idk how to verify this post or anything, but I could post pictures or whatever you guys want.
I hope someone reads this, because even writing about it years later has me in tears.
Added some pics
and of course, like a derp, can't seem to find any of us together atm. Here's one of us wearing the same fake mustache lol..
err... wait... found these... us at Chuck E Cheeses for her birthday... haha.
Thank you so much to everyone who's taken the time to read this post. I can't believe how many are taking the time out of their day to read and comment on something so personal to me. I really appreciate all of you and your input.
To clarify, we both lived in Pittsburgh when we were in college. Funny thing is, she had a best friend she introduced me to, who to this day, I swear I had seen quite a few times, and even had met at various city events haha.
So no one tell my mom, or she'll kill me lol (good thing she's awful with computers haha) but here's some pics of me and my family (on my mother's side) to give you an idea of how much I stand out hahaha.
and my mom and I being silly EDIT to explain the money, I had just sold my car haha:
Thank you everyone again. You're all so nice, and this is making my day so much better.
FRONT PAGE?! O.O Holy... freaking crap. Thank you everyone for commenting. I was beat tired after work yesterday, but I'm back to respond/answer questions. Thank you again everyone!
BIG EDIT 8:45AM:
So here's a part of the story that not many know. It's a little sad, and actually has ONE LAST really crazy coincidence...
The story about our dad's death -
While I can elaborate, I honestly don't have a single picture of him (of my own). I never had a relationship of any sort with him, and tbh, never really tried to get attached to someone I'd never have (and was kind of a bad role model).
Basically, he was a scrappy guy, very devoted to my mom, but rough around the edges. He was basically my build (tall/thin), but a big time bar fighter, and always got into trouble. His mom (my racist bio grandma) always bailed him out (widow) and took care of him, and my mom and him lived with her while getting on their feet while having me.
Their family (not my dad obv) hated my mother, and treated her so badly, she moved before I came along to protect me. My dad stayed behind with his mother, and quickly spiraled into depression. He got into heroin and other drugs, and really got in bad with the local cops.
Basically, he ticked off two cops so bad, that they threatened him about the new prison, and how going there meant they'd take care of him. He committed some dumb petty theft, went to this prison, and was beaten to death by these guys, who made it look like he hanged himself.
These guys were found guilty, but barely served too.
The wild part? The prison was a new prison in Pittsburgh, right down on 2nd Ave... a block away from my dorm in college...
I never knew this story until I was about 21 (I knew he died, just not how/where). My mother finally broke down and told me after having to drive past the place so much, which reminded her of it/him.
I hope you know I... don't tell this story often...
AMA. I will respond to everyone if you post if it's within my means. I never expected so many to read something about my life. It's really moving.