Brianna Sluski Facebook ad: “They Faked My Adoption, So I Erased Them All”

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At Thanksgiving dinner, my sister Talia threw her arms around me and started crying. “Willa, I wish you really were my sister.” I froze. I was her sister. I chalked it up to too much wine and didn’t think much of it. But when I got home that night, I found a copy of a birth certificate in the family’s document box. Scrawled in the margin in blue ink was a single word: *Adopted*. The family photo on the mantel had been replaced, too. I used to be in it. Now it was just Mom, Dad, and Talia. Over the next six months, my parents started looking at me like I was a stranger. They were polite, but never warm. Sometimes I’d hear them whisper, “That poor kid.” I didn’t believe it. I called relatives. I went through every document in the house I could find. But I couldn’t find a single thing that proved I was their biological daughter. Even my boyfriend, Sterling, frowned and asked, “You mean you didn’t know you were adopted? You told me when we first started dating.” That was the moment everything inside me shattered. In the end, I had no choice but to accept it: I wasn’t my parents’ biological daughter. But just as I was packing my bags, ready to leave, I heard Talia’s excited laugh from inside the house. “You can completely alter someone’s perception of themselves just by changing their environment and how people treat them. This project is incredible. Once I turn in this paper, I’m a shoo-in for NYU.” Mom asked, “But Willa already believes it. What do we do now?” Sterling laughed. “It’s fine, Mrs. Ricci. Once Talia finishes this part of her research, I’ll propose to Willa. She’ll be so swept up in the engagement, she’ll forget all about this.” Standing outside the door, it all clicked. The whole thing about being adopted was just part of my sister’s thesis project. So what was there left for me to be heartbroken over? … The people inside kept talking. Talia still sounded uneasy. “What if she refuses to move out? The next part of my project needs data on her living conditions after the move.” Mom’s voice was cold. “With Sterling here, what are you worried about? He just has to flash that smile, and she’ll do whatever he wants.” I’d always known Mom favored Talia, but hearing that still made my chest ache. If everyone wanted me gone, fine. I’d go. I was about to turn and head downstairs when my phone rang. The room went silent. The door opened, and Mom immediately plastered on the kind of smile she saved for guests. “Willa, you’re back. Come in, sit down.” She stepped aside to let me pass, as if I were just visiting. Talia lounged on the sofa, looking up at me. “So, Willa, what are you going to do now?” “I’m moving out.” I said it, then walked straight toward my room. Sterling’s expression shifted, and he moved to stop me. “Just wait a few days. You’ve been getting sick lately. Don’t run yourself ragged.” I looked up at him, and for a second, I almost softened. Sterling had always been so considerate. When w......

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They Faked My Adoption, So I Erased Them All