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Romance shouldn’t come with a family resemblance.
“You’re sure I’m not your brother?”
Mira nodded. “Different nose.”
They waited in silence for the DNA kit to load its bar.
He reached for her hand. She didn’t pull away.
A match: half-sibling.
“Another one?” he whispered. “That makes seventeen this month.”
“I’m tired,” she said. “Of finding relatives in places I looked for lovers.”
He said nothing.
She preferred that. What was left to say?
They each paid their share and walked outside into the cool evening air, neither sure what to do next.
It wasn’t the first time this had happened. Mira had stopped telling her mother after the third match.
Her mother blamed the clinic — said they'd promised limits and anonymity.
The clinic blamed the lack of a national registry and admitted to reusing donor sperm beyond legal limits.
Mira blamed no one. Not anymore.
Walking home, she no longer hoped for love — only for strangers who didn’t share her smile.
Real headlines that vaguely resemble today’s fiction:
https://nltimes.nl/2025/04/14/least-85-sperm-donors-netherlands-fathered-25-children
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