My family isn't normal. I am 26 years younger than my brother. My twin sisters went to college when I was a toddler. I was an aunt when I was seven. I am related to my father, but not my mother. I have another family in San Diego, California. All this is true because I was born to a surrogate mother. For me, that fact has been ordinary, confusing, sad, isolating, bewildering, and comfortable, in that order. Obviously, I wasn't there...