A DNA test reunited me with my missing family at 74
Florence Mellott, 80, Kinross, WA.
Ripping the wrapping off a gift from my daughter, Karen, I gasped.
“A DNA test kit?” I asked, eyebrows raised.
It was Christmas Day, 2016, and Karen, 50, and I had been talking for ages about tracing my history.
I’d long suspected there were secrets buried in our family tree.
As a little girl growing up in England, Mum told me my dad, a soldier, had died during WWII.
I believed her, but I struggled to make sense of certain things – like why my Uncle Bill, Mum’s brother, wanted to adopt me when I was seven.
At the time, I had no idea why he’d do something like that, but didn’t feel like…
