I've never mentioned (at least I dont think I have) that I was adopted at birth. I had a good life as an only child, and the only real issue for me was that I didnt look like *anybody* in the adoptive family. Fast forward 66 years: after getting the Ancestry DNA test done, I find I have two half-brothers. One isnt interested in meeting me, the other apparently started looking for me as soon as he knew of my existence. Its a fairly long story, we have been communicating for a year now, and he and his wife are practically on the doorstep. They've come all the way from Queensland, and are staying locally in a caravan park (they travel with the van) and for various reasons not the least of which is anxiety, they wont be coming to the house. Tomorrow, we will be lunching together. They are staying in the area for 3 days and then moving on to Melbourne to catch up with other rellies. We will have a few meetings and long chats (unless its a disaster, you just dont know, really) and try to get a sense of each other face to face as opposed to phone or text. There will be photographs.