Have I ever told you that my father was adopted? He and my uncle (but not their sister, strangely enough) were both adopted by my grandparents. As a sidenote, my grandmother was also my second cousin thrice removed. While my uncle retained his given name, my father chose to change his. How he came to this conclusion at such a young age I do not know.
Why did I tell you all that? Because you wouldn't understand how strange it would be to spend a day around people who, about half the time, refer to your father by his birth name and not the name you grew up with.
And that, I think, is all I have to say about that.
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