(Started writing too late on my commute today so this will be basically nothing 💔)
I took a deep breath as the results flashed up on my screen. English, Scottish, Irish, Norwegian and German. I felt a heavy rock in my chest as I skimmed through the numbers, wondering how they knew this, what it all meant, if it was actually shedding light on who I am.
“Wow look,” Alexa said, shoving her phone under my nose to see her colorful map. “I literally am a mixture of everywhere.”
“Damn you really are…” I swallowed down my anxiety. “You’re 9% Egyptian?? I wonder if you have some royalty ancestors.”
“I doubt it,” she said with a laugh. “What are yours? Look you can break it down by parent!”
“My biological father is British and German.” My voice came out steady, but I paused a moment, staring at the screen.
“You okay?”
“Of course,” I said, “just trying to figure out what to look at next. Is this it?”
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