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That's a very sad story.
My father died when I was nine months old. My grandmother - my father's mother - calls me one day to tell me my sister is looking for me. "But Grandma, I don't have a sister". Turns out I did but this information was just the start. I quickly flew home to NJ to meet her, only to discover I had a brother as well, both born by differnet mothers. Surprise.
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