I am a 39-year-old guy with 4 kids who never knew his mom. I don’t say that for sympathy but to set up this story. Since I never knew my mom, my 13-year-old son has always been curious about his ethnic background. My father told me my whole life that my mother was 100% Italian. My wife was adopted from South Korea, and in 2019 she took an Ancestry.com DNA test to learn about her heritage. To her disappointment, she was 100% Korean. Although she wasn’t disappointed with being Korean, she had hoped there was some other Asian descent.
So, my son had established that he was 50% Korean, but what about the other 50%? We believed he was 25% English/Welsh and 25% Italian based on what my father told me about our family’s side and my mom’s. Still curious, for Christmas in 2020, we purchased an Ancestry DNA kit for my son. The results were shocking. Despite not knowing the other side of my family, I took pride in being Italian. As a kid, I rooted for Italy in the World Cup, loved Sopranos, and learned how to cook Italian food from scratch.
As it turns out, my son was not 25% Italian, and I wasn’t even 1% Italian, nonetheless 50%. In addition, there was also no Welsh in the bloodline. I can’t say how these signals got crossed and this misinformation grew, but for nearly 40 years, I had been living a lie. Luckily, this lie isn’t the kind that had any real impact on my life. Sopranos was a great show, and I still love Italian food, but now it was time for answers.