So, as most of you already know, I recently found out that I was adopted, which is okay, but I recently have been wondering about my biological family and where they are. Well, I just got this letter in the mail that has no return address, no name or anything. Um, but I read it, and it reads, dear long lost brother, to protect myself, I won’t be telling you my name in this letter. It is only when I know this has reached the right person will I reveal myself. This may come as a shock, but you have a long lost sister. It is me. We were matched from a DNA test in Brooklyn, New York. I was given your first name and nothing else. I have not slept since and have been tirelessly seeking for more information. I was overjoyed to find this address. Nicholas, I hope this has reached you. I can’t wait to finally have a brother. Please send me something so I know it’s you. A sign, anything. Please. Love, your long lost sister. And you know what? I did take a DNA test in Brooklyn, New York three years ago. So this is her. And I’ve been thinking a lot about it, and I think that the thing I’m gonna send back is probably my Judy Hopps plush. I’ll keep you guys updated.