‘She’s Not My Sister,’ Boy Says of Newborn Sibling, Parents Take DNA Test Confirming It – Story of the Day

"She's not my sister!" Chris' parents return home with their newborn baby girl, but he refuses to accept her as his sister. When his parents fail to convince him otherwise, they resort to a DNA test, not realizing it will only make matters worse for their family.

David and Lauren were overjoyed when they finally pulled over in their driveway. Both of them had been waiting for this moment with bated breath. They had just returned home from the maternity hospital and couldn't wait to finally introduce Chris to his baby sister.

Chris was 17, and David and Lauren were worried his and Ava's age gap might become a problem. Ava was unplanned, but Lauren couldn't contain her happiness when she fell pregnant with her second child. They already had a son, so having Ava made them feel like their family was complete.

Lauren held the little bundle of joy close to herself as she marched to the front door, David behind her carrying their hospital bags.

"Chris! We're home, honey!" Lauren called out as they entered...

"Aren't you just the cutest thing?" David crooned to their little daughter, wrapping an arm around Lauren.

"She's so pretty, honey," Lauren smiled, kissing a sleeping Ava on the forehead. "I love her so much!"

Soon, thumping footsteps sounded on the staircase leading to Chris' room, and he appeared in the living room.

"Hey, honey, meet your sister, Ava!" Lauren chirped, stepping closer to Chris, but he stepped back.

"Please! I don't want to hold her!" he frowned, raising his hands to signal his parents to stop.

David and Lauren exchanged a confused glance. "She's your baby sister, son," David chuckled. "What do you mean?"

"Just keep her away! And stop acting all cutesy around her!"

"But son—" Before David could say another word, Chris scampered away.

David and Lauren exchanged a worried glance. They hadn't expected Chris to act so coldly. They reasoned having a baby in the house was probably overwhelming for him and that he would be fine later. But the new parents couldn't sense that underneath Chris' coldness was rage.

Lauren had arranged a special dinner that evening to celebrate Ava's homecoming. Chris grunted and kept making clunking noises as he arranged the plates. He had no wish to participate and only mindlessly helped his parents set the table.

When he was done with the dishes, he grabbed the silverware and clattered it all into one bowl. Then he stormed back into the kitchen, and in a bad temper, he tried to lift the casserole tray by himself. It would've almost slid from his grasp if David hadn't intervened.

"Careful, son!" David said, helping him carry the dish to the table. Chris suffered from a congenital limb deformity, as a result of which his left hand was extremely skinny and restricted him from lifting heavy objects.

"Are you alright?" David asked, but as Chris placed the casserole on the table, he turned and marched to the kitchen as if he hadn't heard a word David said.

"What's wrong with you, Chris?" David grimaced, unable to maintain his calm. "Can't you try to be a bit more cheerful? I've been watching you since we got home. Your mother and I don't know what's bothering you, but you don't seem happy to see your sister! Didn't you always want a sibling? You were so excited when we first talked about Ava! But you haven't held her once since we've returned, and you never visited your mother in the maternity hospital!"

"She's not my sister!" Chris snapped and raised his voice.

"Chris!" Lauren gasped. "Watch out what you say, honey!"

"Am I wrong?" Chris scoffed, crossing his arms. "All right, Mom and Dad. Don't act like you don't know what's going on here. You both know she isn't my sister, so why are you acting like I have to accept her?"

Lauren and David stared at each other in shock.

"What? Don't act like I'm the bad guy here!" Chris hissed. "When we went for our family check-up last week, Dr. Warren told me we're not related, Dad! How could you lie to me my whole life?!"

"What? There must be some sort of mistake, honey!" Lauren chimed in.

"Exactly, Chris! That's stupid! You are my son!" David insisted.

Chris scoffed. "Oh, please...Don't deny it! Dr. Warren told me our blood types are incompatible! How am I supposed to believe you?"

Lauren and David had never imagined their son would demand proof of their love and parenting one day.

David sat at the table with his hands clasped.

"Alright," he sighed, shaking his head. "I can't believe I'm saying this, but...let's get a DNA test done."

"This is too much, Chris!" Lauren cried disappointedly. "You're being too insensitive! We are your parents, and this conversation ends here!"

"No, it's fine, honey," David said, looking from her to Chris. "I hope that clears things out for you, son! And after that, I don't want to hear a word of your nonsense!"

David and his parents underwent a DNA test the next day. David paid extra for the express option since he wanted things resolved as soon as possible. He was convinced the test would only prove how wrong Chris was, but he was worried when the results finally came in.

"Don't worry, honey. It'll be fine," Lauren reassured him as he opened the test envelope. They sat next to each other, reading the report together.

Chris sat across from them, and his heart was pounding. He did want the results to prove him wrong, but his parents' expressions suggested otherwise.

"What does it say?" he impatiently asked. When his parents didn't reply and shared a disappointed look, Chris realized something was wrong. He sprang to his feet and snatched the document from David's grasp before David could stop him.

Blood drained off Chris's face as he read the report. The words "0% match" stared back at him. He was not their biological son.

"I knew it!" he scoffed, tears gathering in his eyes. Chris never cried, but this was too much, even for a grown kid like him to bear.

"So, are you still going to stick to your theory, Dad? That Dr. Warren was wrong?"

"Chris, look, there has to be some mistake!" David pleaded, not knowing how to react. "I have the picture of your mother holding you in her arms when you were a baby like Ava! I…I know you are our son, Chris! You are our very own flesh and blood! We didn't adopt you, I swear!"

"Of course," Lauren added tremblingly. "Maybe the lab messed up our samples. You are my baby, Chris! Chris! Chris!"

Chris couldn't stand his parents anymore. He raced upstairs to his room and slammed the door behind him. Chris didn't leave his room at all. All he wanted was to find his biological parents and reunite with them.

So that night, while everyone was sleeping, Chris' room door creaked open. He tiptoed into the living room, taking care not to wake anyone.

Chris approached the cabinet in the living room and began searching through the drawers for his birth certificate. His parents kept all the documents in one place. Chris shuffled through the files in the drawers before he found the folder containing his birth records.

He took a snap of the documents, kept the file back in place before anyone saw him, and hurried upstairs. In his room, he browsed through the pictures. After zooming in on the name of the maternity home where he was born 17 years ago, he grabbed his laptop.

He typed the maternity home's name into the search bar, but the hospital was in Kansas City, about 400 miles from his home in Chicago, Illinois. Chris's heart fell. He couldn't visit the maternity home at this hour, but the file had a phone number. He dialed the contact, but no one picked up.

Chris knew that if he had to figure out what caused him to end up with another family, he needed to visit the hospital. So he decided to run away from home.

Chris grabbed his backpack and stuffed it with some clothes and necessities. Then he quietly tiptoed downstairs, careful enough not to make a noise. The floorboards emitted a low creak under his weight as he walked on them.

Chris silently slipped out of the backdoor in the stillness of the night. He had his pocket money to keep him from starving, but he didn't have enough to afford a ride, so he headed to the highway to hitch one.

Chris waited alone on the isolated interstate, hoping to see a car, truck, or anything else that could get him to his destination. It was chilling, and he shuddered when the frigid winds blew through the area at night.

Chris stood alone, waiting until he saw two orbs of light breaking through the darkness and heading his way.

"Hey! Hey! Stop!" he yelled, leaping in front of the cargo truck and waving his arms, and the driver slammed on the brakes.

"Hey, I, uh, I need a ride to Kansas. It's…an emergency," he explained as he approached the driver. "Would you mind if I joined you? Please?"

The driver hesitated for a minute but finally relented. "You're in luck 'cause I'm on my way right there. Jump in, kid!"

Chris thanked the man and climbed into the passenger seat. But he had no idea how exhausted he was until he nodded off around halfway through the ride. The sun had been shining brightly in the sky for hours when the driver awakened him. He dropped Chris off a few miles before the maternity home and drove away.

Chris looked up the route to the maternity home on Google Maps. A 40-minute walk, it indicated. Chris' stomach grumbled, and he was starving. But he didn't stop to eat as he wanted to reach the maternity home as soon as possible.

By the time Chris made it to the hospital, his phone battery was dead. He stuffed the device in his pocket and knocked on the director's door.

"Come in," a voice answered.

Chris walked in to see an older man at his desk. His nameplate read: Dr. Carr, Director, Silverwood Maternity Home.

"Yes?" he asked. "How can I help you?"

"Hello, sir, I'm Chris," Chris said, sitting across from him. "I actually wanted to look up my records. The thing is…I was born at this hospital 17 years ago, but there's a chance I was switched at birth, and my birth parents are looking for me...it's more like I'm looking for them. I'd like to track them down...But my adoptive parents have no idea who they are."

Dr. Carr leaned back in his chair. "Are you here by yourself? Your parents didn't come with you?"

"No," Chris said, his gaze fixed on his lap. "I...I came by myself in search of answers."

"Do they know that you are here?" Dr. Carr asked.

"Actually...no. But please don't call anyone," Chris said quietly.

"I see…" Dr. Carr nodded thoughtfully. "I'm afraid that what you're telling me…that wouldn't have happened, Chris. I've been working here for the last 25 years, and I've never heard of such a case in my entire career. I believe you should go home."

"But sir—" Chris had just started speaking when the director's buzzing phone cut him off.

"Pardon me. I need to take this," the director said.

Chris sat frowning as Dr. Carr answered the call. "Yes, an intern will come today. Send him to the archive, and let him put everything in order there. I will call his manager now. Tell the boy to come to the information desk, and you will guide him. Yes, thank you."

"I wish I could help you, Chris," Dr. Carr said, rising to his feet as he ended the call. "But I don't think I can. Now, if you may excuse me…I've got some urgent work to attend to."

There was something strange about how Dr. Carr glanced at Chris while mentioning the archives. It was as if Dr. Carr didn't want him to know anything about it.

Chris left Dr. Carr's office, feeling unsettled. Something was surely off, and he would figure out what. Chris hurried over to the information desk.

"Hi," he said. "I'm here for the internship. I just met Dr. Carr. I believe he asked me to look after the archive section?"

"One second," the woman smiled, typing some keys. "Yes," she confirmed. "I received a call about you. You will be working in the archives department today. Come with me, and I'll show you around."

The woman handed him a doctor's coat with the hospital's tag and escorted him to the archives room.

"Here's the list of records," she said as she handed him a file after showing him around the place. "All the best."

Chris smiled as she walked away. Then he shut the door behind him and dashed to the shelves, desperately looking for the records of children born on the same day as him or possibly a day before or after.

Finally, he found a beige box labeled with his birth year on the third row. Three girls and one boy were born on the same day as him. Chris pulled out their files.

Chris slipped the boy's records into his backpack. Then he marched to the front door and peeked outside to make sure the path was clear. Chris exited the room, tossing his coat into a garbage can along the way.

But as he approached the parking lot, he noticed Dr. Carr, and his face grew pale. "Chris! I was hoping to see you!" Chris realized there was no way out as Dr. Carr beckoned to him.

"Actually, after talking to you, I remembered something about your case, boy," Dr. Carr continued.

"Boy, I think I remember your parents. I looked through the hospital database to see if there was any chance we made a mistake and ended up switching children...And I found that your mother and another woman were sharing the ward. They both had boys on the same day," he explained.

"So the other woman could be my mother?" Chris asked, overjoyed at the prospect of finally finding his birth parents.

"Yes, I have already contacted the family, and they are on their way to a hospital for a DNA test. Unfortunately, we are a maternity home that does not offer testing services. Get in my car, and let's go together!"

"Here," Dr. Carr offered him some water as they got into the car. "You look dehydrated."

Chris took it shyly and chugged the water. He was really thirsty and hungry, and the water relieved his discomfort to some extent.

Dr. Carr started the car, and they set out on their way. But ten minutes later, Chris felt his eyelids were shutting despite his wishes. He mumbled something and shook his head, trying to make out the road before him. But everything seemed to be moving. He could see a blurry Dr. Carr smiling before everything went black, and then, Chris slipped into a deep sleep.

Hours must've gone by when Chris opened his eyes. He suspected he was tied to something because his body wouldn't move an inch. When his vision adjusted to the surroundings, Chris realized he was being held captive in a basement somewhere. He wasn't alone, though. While his arms were tied behind him and his mouth was taped, Dr. Carr sat free in a chair across from him.

"I'm very sorry that I had to go to such lengths, Chris," he said as he leaned forward and clasped his hands. "I had no other way to stop you…But it's all your fault! You shouldn't have come to the hospital! But anyway, what's done is done…Let me tell you what exactly happened 17 years ago…"

"A doctor made a mistake during a delivery, Chris," explained Dr. Carr. "They had to call me for assistance at that point. I performed the delivery of your birth mother, who was sharing the ward with another woman. I still remember your birth mother and her husband. Wealthy couple.

"Sadly, their baby was born with a broken arm after a rough delivery. My blunder. I wasn't a skilled doctor back then. Now, the issue was…when a child goes through such an injury, they are likely to experience the effects for the rest of their lives. And, looking at your hand, I don't think I need to tell you that the child was you."

Chris let out a stifled growl, trying to release his hands, but it was futile.

"There's no point in trying, Chris," Dr. Carr commented at his useless attempt. "And by the way, I'm not done with the story. Well, as I said, your biological parents were wealthy. If they found out that the hospital made a mistake in delivering their baby, our hospital and, most importantly, I would be dragged into the mess! But this other woman in your mother's room, she was my knight in shining armor..."

The other woman was none other than Lauren. Her pregnancy was complicated, and she was told she might lose her child at birth. However, her baby was born healthy and completely normal. So Dr. Carr exchanged her baby with Chris.

Lauren was more than happy to have a child. It wasn't a blow to her that her child was born with a limb defect. The fact that she and her husband, David, had a child was enough for them. And the wealthy family got their 'perfect' child. Moreover, Dr. Carr and the hospital's reputation was saved.

"Well, desperate times call for desperate measures, Chris," Dr. Carr said as he rose to his feet. "You're staying here until I figure out what I'm going to do with you!"

Dr. Carr left the basement, leaving Chris tied to the chair. Chris was restless, trying to free his hands, but no matter how hard he tried, he would fail. That's when an idea struck him.

Chris' left arm was thin due to the congenital deformity, so he tensed it, forcing his muscles to contract and his arm to constrict in thickness. He then twisted his arm in different directions, almost crying from the excruciating pain of the rope rubbing on his skin. But he managed to pull out the left arm and then freed the other.

However, to Chris' horror, the basement door flung open right then, and Dr. Carr walked in. Chris kept his arms behind him, pretending they were still tied. But his eyes widened in shock when he noticed Dr. Carr was holding a syringe.

"It won't hurt, boy. You won't even feel anything…Goodbye, Chris!" Dr. Carr said, approaching him.

Chris knew there was no time to lose. As Dr. Carr leaned toward him to inject his arm, he gave him a firm head knock, causing the director to stumble. Chris jumped to his feet and grabbed the chair, relentlessly battering the older man with it until he passed out.

As Dr. Carr's body finally stopped writhing, Chris dropped to the floor, his breathing labored. He panted like a tired dog. His hands shook from the struggle, and he thought he would pass out because his heart was thumping so rapidly in his chest.

Chris groaned in pain as he checked on Dr. Carr. Dr. Carr was indeed unconscious. Chris went through Dr. Carr's pockets and got his hands on the older man's phone and car keys.

Chris climbed inside the car and fed the address he had found in the hospital's archives into the GPS. His hands still trembled, so he took a moment to relax. Then he drove away to the birth parents' address.

An hour later, Chris pulled over in front of a vast estate. He knew his birth parents were wealthy, but he couldn't have imagined he would be ringing the bell of a massive estate with a lush garden.

Moments later, the door opened, and a woman stepped in the doorway. Chris knew who she was. He had seen her photo in the files.

"Yes?" she asked. "Can I help you with something?"

Chris saw she scanned him from head to toe, and that was primarily because his clothes were soiled, and he looked haggard.

"Uh, hi…My…My name is Chris," he said, swallowing thickly. "And most likely, I'm your son."

The woman went pale as Chris told her everything that had happened. She ushered him inside, and they settled in the living room.

"I'm so sorry, Chris…I…I don't know what to say," she sighed. "Let me call my husband. I think he'd like to know everything…Please have some food. You look famished."

Chris was so hungry that he almost pounced on the food as Cynthia stepped away for a call. Soon after, Chris dozed off on the couch, unable to hold his sleep after the exhaustion.

The sun's rays peeping in through the room's window and mumbled voices startled him up the following morning. He sat up on the couch, and as he turned around, he saw his birth father, Raymond, for the first time. He and Cynthia were sitting at the kitchen table. Chris noticed he resembled Raymond a lot.

"Hello, so you are...Chris."

They both stood up, and Raymond opened a chair for him.

"Did you sleep well?" he asked.

"Yeah, thanks. Sorry, I didn't realize…I was kinda tired," Chris replied, pursing his lips.

"Don't worry about that, Chris. I'm really sorry about what happened," Raymond said. "Cynthia and I talk about it almost every night. And after she told me everything that you went through, we've come to the conclusion that it's better to leave everything as it is…"

Chris' gut twisted with a strange anxiety, and he was devastated as Raymond went on.

"Look, Chris, our lives are very different," Raymond added, looking at his left arm. "And we'll have a hard time getting used to you, especially since we're very happy with our son, Kyle. He is our whole world. We are glad we got to see you and talk to you…and if you ever need us in the future, you can come to us. But we'd like to keep our meeting between the three of us…Just pretend like our meeting never happened. You get what I mean, right? Here," Raymond placed a duffel bag on the table.

"We have prepared $100,000 for you. And we really hope Kyle will never know about you or what happened. What do you think?"

Cynthia smiled and held her husband's hand on the table. "I think you can finally have surgery for your arm! If you need more money for that, we are ready to give you more! We are happy to help you out with whatever you need!"

Chris felt several emotions against his birth parents at the time—anger, betrayal, and devastation—but they didn't deserve any of it. He had hoped they would embrace him and accept him. But here they were, trying to buy his silence.

Chris got to his feet without saying a word, grabbed his backpack, and walked out of the stupid mansion. By noon, he was home, thanks to the kind man who let him hitchhike.

He took a deep breath as he walked in. He saw two cops seated on the living room couch across from David. Lauren was at the kitchen table, about to take a pill. But the medicine and glass of water slipped from her grasp as she saw him.

"Honey, Chris!"

"Oh God, son!"

His parents wrapped him in a hug like he was a little boy.

"Don't you ever do something this stupid, Chris!" His mother was crying. "We-we were so worried…My baby, we love you so much!"

"I'm so glad you came back, son!"

His parents kept thanking all the forces for bringing him back home. Chris wanted to say something, but his words wouldn't come out. He cried. Like a baby.

"I-I'm so sorry, Mom and Dad," he managed to say, pulling away from them. "Forgive me. I love you too…And now I'd like to hug my sister."

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