A DNA test was all it took to turn my world upside down. I remember staring at my computer screen, trying to make sense of the results. My mind said they were erroneous, but my heart… my heart instantly knew life wouldn’t be the same anymore.

I’m Billy, and up until a few days ago, I thought I was living the dream. I’m an only child, and my parents have always showered me with love and attention. They’ve given me everything I could ever want or need.

Just last week, my dad surprised me with the latest gaming console for no reason at all.

“What’s this for?” I asked, my eyes wide with excitement.

He just shrugged and smiled. “Do I need a reason to spoil my favorite son?”

“Your only son, you mean,” Mom grinned.

“All the more reason to spoil him!” Dad laughed, ruffling my hair.

That’s how it’s always been. Just the three of us living a perfect life. Perfect until I stumbled across a life-changing fact.

It all started the day I turned 18. I had decided to treat myself to one of those ancestry DNA tests. You know, the ones that tell you if you’re 2% Viking or whatever. I was just curious, nothing more. I never expected it to change my life.

I was literally jumping up and down the day the results came in. I kept refreshing my email every few minutes, waiting for that notification.

“Billy, honey, you’re going to wear a hole in the floor if you keep jumping like that,” Mom called from the kitchen.

“Sorry, Mom! I’m just really excited about my DNA results!”

Finally, the email arrived.

I could feel my heart pounding as I clicked on it. I was so excited, unaware that what I’d see next would change my life forever.

There, in black and white, was a notification of a close match. A brother. Daniel.

I blinked, rubbed my eyes, and looked again. It had to be a mistake! Right? I’m an only child. I’ve always been an only child.

In a daze, I picked up my phone and dialed the company’s helpline. Maybe there was some mix-up.

“Hello, how can I assist you today?” a cheerful voice answered.

“Hi, um, I just got my results and, uh, I think there might be a mistake?” I said, unsure if I was doing the right thing.

“I can assure you, sir, our tests are 100% accurate. We double-check all results before sending them out.”

“Oh, alright,” I said. “Th-thank you.”

I hung up and looked at the results again. This couldn’t be happening. How could I have a brother I didn’t know about?

I needed answers, and I knew just who to ask.

That night, I waited up for Dad to get home from work. I rushed downstairs immediately I heard his car pull into the driveway.

I allowed him to enter the living room before I followed him inside.

“Hey, Dad? Can we talk for a sec?”

He looked up with a smile on his face. “Sure, kiddo. What’s on your mind?”

“So, uh, remember that DNA test I took?” I said, fidgeting with my shirt.

He nodded.

“Well, I got the results today and…” I paused, not sure how to continue. “Dad, do you know someone named Daniel?”