On my way home one October afternoon, I saw Evie, a young girl, crying while sitting in the road next to her bike. I ran to her and picked her up off the ground as a fast-moving car flew by.
I was scared for her safety. Once she was calm, she took me to the house where her grandma lived, saying that was where she lived.
The grandmother of Evie, Vivienne, greeted us kindly at the mansion and invited me in while she took care of Evie’s knee.
As I looked around, I saw a black-framed picture of a man who looked just like me. Vivienne told him that he was her brother Henry, who had been missing for fifty years. She thought a DNA test would be interesting.
The test results showed that Henry was my dad. When I found this hidden link, I felt like I was part of a family I had never met, and they welcomed my new job with open arms.
