Gemotions

The small, cramped apartment felt different today. A new energy buzzed in the air. The test results. They had arrived. Maya, sitting at the table, reread the summary, a wide smile growing on her face. Her adoptive parents, bless them, had always been honest, but something felt incomplete.

She’d always loved her parents, but a certain kind of hollowness would come over her sometimes, and she’d never known why. Now, with the DNA results staring at her, she finally understood. A surge of exhilaration made her want to dance.

She reached for her phone, opening her email. Time to make contact.