Hello, My name is Rebecca. I’ve recently reconnected with my birth family.
Let me explain…
One time when I was little, I did something especially bad. Yes, you read that right. I did something bad only once in my childhood. I was an angel.
My mom was so surprised and angry (I don’t remember what I did, but it must have been really really bad) she said I couldn’t possibly be her child because her child would never have done that.
Years later, it became a joke.
- I don’t need to learn the family apple dumpling recipe because I’m not a blood relation.
- It was nice of you to invite me to Christmas dinner…since I’m not your real child.
Then Mephistopheles pointed out that I don’t look like anyone in my family. So I started asking questions…
Me: So…::nervous laughter::…Mephistopheles said I don’t look like you or Dad. That’s funny, isn’t it?
Mom: I guess you don’t.
Me: Is that an admission of guilt?
Mom: You have your aunt’s fingers though.
Me: What are you saying exactly? My aunt is really my mom? Who is my dad?
But the mystery remained unsolved…until I started blogging. Finally…I’ve found my real father: Omawarisan.
How do I know he’s my father? We have the same taste buds.
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He hates pumpkin. I hate pumpkin.
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He doesn’t drink coffee. I don’t drink coffee.
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He hates cantalope. I hate cantalope.
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He dislikes artifical grape flavor. I dislike artficial grape flavor.
And he used to live in Maryland…the state where I live. So that proves it. Plus he admitted it.
That also makes me The Jolie’s half sister…or something.
January 30th, 2012 at 9:28 am
Wow. And just think, if you never started blogging, you might have never found each other. Wait! You both also like to BLOG! That’s another commonality.
But . . . I thought your name was Antoinette? Toni for short, of course. Now I’m confused.
January 31st, 2012 at 10:11 am
I think Antoinette is my middle name.
January 30th, 2012 at 9:52 am
From the moment I saw your upside picture I thought, “dang that girl looks like Angelina Jolie’s half sister twice removed.”
January 30th, 2012 at 12:47 pm
Ditto.
Fun story! 
January 31st, 2012 at 10:12 am
There kind of is a resemblance isn’t there?
January 30th, 2012 at 10:37 am
I just love genealogy. You never know what you will turn up. You are so lucky it wasn’t the FedEx guy.
Lol!
January 30th, 2012 at 1:16 pm
I think you look like one of those Jolie kids actually. I’m glad you figured it out.
January 31st, 2012 at 10:12 am
I guess we have strong genes. Or did you mean one of te adopted ones?
January 30th, 2012 at 3:26 pm
You are famous by reason of association! That’s awesome! Can I have your autograph? Or will there be a scheduled signing?
January 31st, 2012 at 10:13 am
I think you have to ask Oma’s permission for my autograph. It’s like asking for my hand in marriage.
January 30th, 2012 at 5:00 pm
I know where I keep the tissues on my blog, where are they here?
January 31st, 2012 at 10:13 am
Here we use our sleeves.
January 30th, 2012 at 5:34 pm
I’m glad you’ve figured out this mystery. But just to be sure, you may want to compare notes on how you feel about sounds and sights in addition to flavors. Favorite color? etc.
January 31st, 2012 at 10:14 am
Too…much…pressure….
January 30th, 2012 at 8:11 pm
DUDE! YOU HAD THE JOLIE? I HAVE HER!
January 31st, 2012 at 10:14 am
I almost drowned her…and got her drunk…and the cat almost ate her. But you have a kid, so you’re probably more responsible.
January 31st, 2012 at 2:42 am
Wait, wait! Your name’s Rebecca, my name’s Rebecca. You live in Maryland, I’ve been to Maryland. You hate coffee, I adore coffee. You hate pumpkin, I eat it every chance I get. You are my alter-ego! So glad to have found you, I’ve been missing you, rascal!
January 31st, 2012 at 10:15 am
Nice to meet you, Rebecca. Can I call you Becca to avoid confusion?
January 31st, 2012 at 12:30 pm
I’m sorry you don’t get to be in on the family apple dumpling recipe. That kind of rejection is sure to leave a scar.
February 6th, 2012 at 8:43 am
Those apple dumplings are really good. My grandma tried to teach me (I guess she took pity on me), but the dough never turned out right. She blamed it on the missing trans fat, but I know the truth.
February 6th, 2012 at 4:11 am
Wait — do your fingers resemble your aunt’s, or do you actually have her fingers, like, in a box somewhere?
February 6th, 2012 at 8:44 am
I’m not at liberty to say.
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