Hey, hey Waffle gang, I do hope you're well. My name is Mark and today we're checking

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first story. Now today's first story came from the Today I Messed Up Subreddit saying, today I effed up by getting a DNA test and revealing a family secret.

And of course it does come with an update. 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 claimed that her own great-grandmother was

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

Southerners to claim, but that it is rarely true. I finally went ahead and bought one of the kits

because there is nothing I enjoy more in life than proving my mother wrong.

Fast forward a few weeks, so I get my results.

I'm 0% Native America, which isn't exactly shocking.

The real surprises come from the fact I am also 0% Eastern European.

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 parental grandfather himself

spoke Polish as a child. My first thought was that the test was a mistake.

My results came over a week before the projected arrival date and I knew I should be somewhere

around 25% Polish slash Eastern European.

So maybe there had been an error somewhere at the lab.

I started digging around through my DNA relative matches. I had matched with an extended

cousin with my mum's maiden name, living in the state that she grew up in. So the DNA analyzed

was definitely mine, and this was not a switched tube situation. There were only two possible

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