My mother, who cherished me as her late-in-life daughter, passed away from COVID-19. Among her belongings, I discovered a note hinting at adoption, setting me on a journey to uncover the secrets of my birth. Another identity, another name. Surprising revelation of sisters despite being the only daughter. The harsh reality of being abandoned by biological parents just for being born without balls. In an instant, the beliefs I held as 'truth' collapsed like dominoes. I split from my long-time boyfriend and faced gender identity confusion. It hit me hard that my dreams of a conventional family were more hers than mine. In all the chaos, I admitted to myself and fully embraced my identity as a queer. With my non-binary partner, I discovered a newfound sense of love, building a family that feels authentically ours.