I always thought those DNA kits were just a gimmick, you know? People paying to find out they're 3% Scandinavian or whatever. But my cousin bought one on sale last Black Friday, and it matched her with a second cousin we never knew existed. Turns out my great uncle had a kid way back in the 1940s that nobody in the family ever talked about. We spent three months trading messages and piecing together old photos. Now we're planning a reunion in August down in Nashville, and I honestly feel like an idiot for being so dismissive before. Has anyone else had a DNA test completely flip what they thought they knew about their family?
She asked me to come out for her birthday last June and I said I couldn't afford it, but really I was scared of flying. Now she's engaged and I feel like I missed my chance to be there for the big stuff. Anyone else let fear of something small wreck a friendship?