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Today I effed up by getting a DNA test and revealing a family secret.

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So, W-Y-C-Z star says, I've always been interested in doing one of those at-home kits that tells you your ethnicity estimates. My mother has, for many years, claim that her own great grandmother was completely

Native American, and I recently learned that this is apparently something common for

Southerners to claim.

I am part Native American.

Yeah, but that it is rarely true.

Wait, no, wait.

I have facts to back this up.

Mm-hmm. I finally facts to back this up.

I finally went ahead and bought one of the kits because there's nothing I enjoy more in life than proving my mother wrong.

Fast forward a few weeks. I get my results. I am zero percent Native American.

Are you happy now?

Which isn't exactly shocking. The real surprise comes from the fact that I'm also 0% Eastern European. What? This probably wouldn't mean much for most people, but I happen to be Polish. Or at least I thought I was. I have an unpronounceable, very Polish last name. My great grandparents were Polish-speaking immigrants. My paternal grandfather himself spoke Polish as a child. My first thought was that the test was a mistake. My results came

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