
09/29/2024
I JUST FOUND OUT MY SON ISN'T MY BIOLOGICAL KID, AND IT'S NOT THE WORST TRUTH.
It was a normal day until I got a call from Lucas’s school. He had suddenly fallen ill, and they had called an ambulance. I called my husband, Oliver, and we rushed to the hospital to be with our son.
"It looks like a strong infection," the doctor said. "We need to run some tests. I recommend you both give blood samples as well, just to rule out any contagious illness."
After two agonizing hours, the doctor returned, but her facial expression was one of confusion and hesitation.
Her: Ma'am, why didn't you tell us you adopted the boy?
Me: What do you mean, ADOPTED? He's my biological son.
Her: But the tests indicate otherwise.
I turned to Oliver, his face as pale as mine, and said, "Did the hospital mix up the kids at birth? But that’s impossible—he’s a carbon copy of you!"
The doctor cleared her throat. "Ma’am, the point is that your husband IS his biological father."
I stared at her.
Her: To confirm this, we’d need to run a DNA test.
But before she could finish, Oliver finally spoke up. ⬇️