Man Who Was Adopted 60 Years Ago Learns He Has 4 Carbon Copies

A 60-year-old man is shocked when a perfect stranger walks up to him in a restaurant and calls him a cheater — and discovers he has several siblings.

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Phillip Granger decided he must have one of those common faces because as far back as he could remember, people had been coming up to him and mistaking him for other men.

It wasn’t much of a consolation that his wife thought him handsome when everyone seemed to think he was commonplace. Things came to a head when Phillip was 60 years old and out to dinner with his wife.

Phillip and Mara were out to dinner celebrating a business deal that she’d pulled off at one of their favorite restaurants. He was holding his wife’s hand and leaning over to kiss her when a woman suddenly walked up to them.

“So you had to work tonight?” she screamed. “You had an emergency surgery? You CHEAT! We are over!” She dashed her glass of wine on Phillip’s face and walked off.

Phillip mopped up the red wine with his napkin and shook his head. “I’m sorry honey,” he said to Mara. “I don’t know what’s going on!” But Mara was on her feet and following the woman out of the restaurant.

Incredible things happen to ordinary people every day.

“Excuse me,” Mara said when she caught up with the woman. “Please, can you tell me what’s going on?”

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Phillip and his wife were having dinner when something extraordinary happened. | Source: Pexels

Phillip and his wife were having dinner when something extraordinary happened. | Source: Pexels

“Who are you?” the woman asked angrily. “His girlfriend?”

“No,” Mara replied. “I’m his wife.”

“He’s MARRIED?” the woman cried. “I swear it’s the last time I date a doctor! Dr. Ralf Gois! I should have known!”

“My husband’s name is Phillip Granger,” Mara said. “And he’s not a doctor.”

"You CHEAT! We are over!" | Source: Unsplash

“You CHEAT! We are over!” | Source: Unsplash

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The woman looked embarrassed. “Oh my God!” she gasped. “But he looks EXACTLY like Ralf! Like a twin!” By the time the woman left, Mara had Dr. Ralf Gois’ phone number.

“Listen, Phil,” she said. “This is very strange. That woman said this Ralf looks exactly like you, like a twin. You were adopted, so maybe this guy IS your twin.”

Phillip was excited. He’d grown up in a loving home, but his life had always felt empty as if something was missing — and now the idea of a twin seemed to somehow ring a chime in his heart. That was what was missing! A sibling!

“He may be just a lookalike,” Phillip protested, but he allowed Mara to talk him into phoning Ralf and setting up a meeting. “Hello,” he said. “You don’t know me, my name is Phillip Granger, and I think we look alike…”

Phillip discovered he looked exactly like a man called Ralf Gois. | Source: Unsplash

Phillip discovered he looked exactly like a man called Ralf Gois. | Source: Unsplash

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That very afternoon, Phil and Ralf met and it was like looking into a mirror. They were identical, and after a short conversation, they discovered that they were both adopted, born at the same hospital on the same day!

The two men couldn’t stop laughing and crying and hugging each other. Ralf had never married, his parents were deceased, and finding a brother was a dream come true.

Then Ralf said, “Hey Phil, we can find our mother! We were born at the hospital where I work, and I know they’ve put all their records into the computers…All I have to do is punch in our birth date!”

The two men rushed to the hospital where Ralf led his newfound twin to his office and accessed the hospital records. “Easy as pie,” he cried excitedly, then Phil saw his brother’s face turn white as snow.

At the hospital, Ralf accessed the birth records. | Source: Unsplash

At the hospital, Ralf accessed the birth records. | Source: Unsplash

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“Ralf?” he asked. “Are you OK? Did you find her?” Ralf looked up at Phil with huge glazed eyes and nodded dumbly. “Come on, what’s her name?” Phil cried impatiently.

“Janet Corbin,” he whispered. “But Phil…”

“That’s great!” Phil said grinning. “So what’s the problem?”

“There’s five of us…” Ralf gasped. “FIVE!”

They discovered that there were five of them. | Source: Unsplash

They discovered that there were five of them. | Source: Unsplash

Phil and Ralf took a selfie together and put it on their Instagram accounts, told their story, and appealed to anyone who thought they looked like someone they knew to come forward: “Help us find our brothers!”

The messages flooded in and soon Ralf and Phil met Tom and Gordon — and their reunion was incredible. They were all identical! Mara told Phil that seeing him with his brothers made her feel dizzy.

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“Mara,” Phil said quietly. “I’ve never felt so happy or complete in my life — but there’s still one of us missing!”

The four brothers took another selfie and repeated their appeal, and by then, their story had gone national with TV stations calling them for interviews. Then one evening, the missing brother appeared, but he wasn’t alone.

The four brothers were having dinner when the doorbell rang | Source: Unsplash

The four brothers were having dinner when the doorbell rang | Source: Unsplash

Ralf, Phil, Tom, and Gordon were having dinner at Phil’s house when the doorbell rang and Mara got up to answer it. She came back with a huge smile on her face.

“Who was it?” asked Phil.

“Actually,” said Mara, “it’s you…” and she stepped aside so the four men could see the last quintuple, who was exactly like his brothers. “This is David…”

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David walked into the middle of his brothers, but he wasn’t alone. By his side was a tiny elderly woman. “This,” David said, “is mom.”

The quintuplets were reunited with their mother. | Source: Unsplash

The quintuplets were reunited with their mother. | Source: Unsplash

The woman had tears in her eyes. “I’m Janet Corbin,” she said. “And I’m so sorry, so sorry…”

Janet explained that she’d been just 16 when she’d fallen pregnant, and when she gave birth to quintuplets, she was terrified.

Janet’s mother had pressured her into giving away four of the babies and keeping one to raise, and so she did — but she had never forgotten her sons. Now, after nearly sixty years, her family was reunited, and her sons were healed.

What can we learn from this story?

  • Family is the most important thing in the world. Phillip had always felt that something was missing from his life until he found his brothers.
  • Incredible things happen to ordinary people every day. Phil had never imagined something so extraordinary could happen to him — until it did!

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My Best Friend Set Me Up at Work to Get Me Fired So She Could Take My Promotion

Kera and Sam were more than best friends; they were family. They built their careers together, side by side, until a promotion turned everything into a competition. When Kera is accused of theft, she thinks her life is over… until an unexpected secret is exposed. In the end, she learns that betrayal runs deep, but karma cuts deeper.

I always thought betrayal would come with warning signs, like whispers behind my back, a shift in tone, something to tip me off before the knife slid in.

But no.

An upset woman | Source: Midjourney

An upset woman | Source: Midjourney

Instead, betrayal came with a smile. With a hug. With the promise of friendship.

My name is Kera. I’m twenty-eight years old, and everything I have now, I built from nothing.

I was left at an orphanage as a baby. There was no note, no explanation. Nothing. Just an abandoned girl who grew up bouncing between foster homes, learning that while people wanted to be nice, the only person she could truly rely on was herself.

A little girl playing with toys | Source: Midjourney

A little girl playing with toys | Source: Midjourney

That was until Sam.

We met when we were eight, two kids with no families, clinging to each other like lifelines. We learned to cook together, sneaking into the orphanage kitchen at night to steal peanut butter or test recipes that we saw on TV.

We dreamed of becoming chefs, of running our own restaurant someday.

“One day, Kera,” Sam said. “One day, we’ll have big kitchens and lots of money! And we can buy all the food we want.”

“I know,” I said, smiling.

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A smiling teenage girl | Source: Midjourney

It felt good to dream. It felt good to look forward to something. To see a future that was bigger than we ever thought we could have.

And we worked for it, too.

We got into culinary school on scholarships and hopes. And, surprisingly, we graduated at the top of our class. We thrived on creativity and passion. On the days we felt like giving up, we pushed through. We pushed each other, and if we fell, we fell together.

“I’ll always be here, Sammy,” I told her one day after we ended up in the ER.

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A woman standing in an ER | Source: Midjourney

Sam had been too enthusiastic when chopping up herbs and had an incident with a knife.

“I know, K,” she said, smiling through her painkillers. “It’s together or nothing, right, sis?”

Eventually, we landed jobs at one of the best restaurants in the city. We didn’t know how Lady Luck kept shining on us, but we were grateful that she did.

Side by side, Sam and I climbed the ranks, proving ourselves in the brutal, high-pressure world of professional kitchens.

A woman working in a professional kitchen | Source: Midjourney

A woman working in a professional kitchen | Source: Midjourney

So when the head chef position opened up, we were both the top candidates.

That day, after the announcement, Sam pulled me aside.

“No matter what happens, let’s not let this ruin our friendship, okay?” she said, squeezing my hand.

I smiled.

A woman working in a professional kitchen | Source: Midjourney

A woman working in a professional kitchen | Source: Midjourney

“Of course,” I said. “Nothing changes. But I am starving. Let’s get some food on our break. A greasy cheeseburger from that place down the road sounds like it would hit the spot.”

She smiled back, but there was something… off. A little too much relief in her voice, like she already knew how this would play out.

“Sure,” she said. “Let’s meet there. I have something to do first. A pharmacy run, you know.”

The interior of a pharmacy | Source: Midjourney

The interior of a pharmacy | Source: Midjourney

I ignored the feeling. Sam was my best friend, after all.

But I shouldn’t have ignored any of my feelings. The first worrying sign was when Sam didn’t meet me for lunch during our break. She just didn’t show up.

That evening, after the dinner service, I was cleaning up my station when our boss, Chef Reynard, stormed into the kitchen. His face was like stone, his sharp blue eyes locking onto mine.

Food on a pass in a kitchen | Source: Midjourney

Food on a pass in a kitchen | Source: Midjourney

“I didn’t expect this from you, Kera!” he thundered. “I thought you were better…”

Silence fell. The entire staff froze, utensils clattering, conversations dying mid-sentence.

“Chef?” I swallowed hard.

He turned to the room.

“Everyone, to the break room. Now!”

An upset chef | Source: Midjourney

An upset chef | Source: Midjourney

The weight of his words sank into my stomach like lead. Something was very, very wrong. What was Chef on about?

We filed in, confused, exchanging nervous glances. Chef Reynard stood at the front, arms crossed, his expression unreadable.

“This evening, during an inventory check, something was found,” he said. “Stolen black caviar. In Kera’s bag.”

I stopped breathing. I broke out into a sweat. I felt dizzy.

A woman's bag | Source: Midjourney

A woman’s bag | Source: Midjourney

My bag?

My stomach twisted into a hundred knots.

“That’s impossible!” I gasped.

Chef Reynard didn’t react.

“I announced earlier today that I’d be doing an inspection. Someone’s been stealing from my kitchen.”

His eyes were sharp, scanning the room.

A pantry | Source: Midjourney

A pantry | Source: Midjourney

“And tonight… I found this.”

He held up a small glass jar of caviar, the kind we only used for high-end VIP guests who ordered top-shelf alcohol like it was absolutely nothing.

I stared at Chef’s hand, looking at the glass jar like it was a snake, waiting to strike.

“I didn’t take that,” I said, my voice hoarse. “I swear on my life, Chef. I would never… I would never jeopardize my position here!”

“Then, Kera, how did it end up in your bag?” His voice was calm but firm.

A jar of caviar | Source: Midjourney

A jar of caviar | Source: Midjourney

I opened my mouth, then shut it. I didn’t have an answer. I felt dizzy.

Sam sat beside me, her hands clasped in her lap. She wouldn’t meet my eyes. She didn’t offer an encouraging smile. Or a hand squeeze.

A sick feeling curdled in my gut.

Chef Reynard exhaled.

“Tell me why I shouldn’t fire you right now.”

An angry chef | Source: Midjourney

An angry chef | Source: Midjourney

I froze.

“Come, Kera. Tell me.”

Tears burned behind my eyes.

I looked around the room, at my coworkers, at the people I had worked beside for years. Some of them looked skeptical. Some looked outright disappointed.

But Sam?

She just sat there. Silent.

A woman sitting | Source: Midjourney

A woman sitting | Source: Midjourney

That’s when I knew.

She knew about the inspection. She was the one who did it. Her eyebrows were furrowed like they always were when she was up to something.

Chef Reynard had been on the phone earlier that morning, talking about the missing inventory, saying that he planned to check bags after our shift. But I hadn’t thought anything of it. There was no reason for me to.

But Sam had overheard. When we were changing into our uniform in the locker room she smacked my arm to make me stop talking so that she could hear what Chef was saying.

A woman looking down | Source: Midjourney

A woman looking down | Source: Midjourney

But… Sam? Would she really do that to me? Or was my imagination just running wild because the thought of me losing my job was so… close?

I felt the knife twist before I even knew it was there.

I stood up, my throat closing.

“I…” I couldn’t even get the words out.

“I should go…”

An upset woman | Source: Midjourney

An upset woman | Source: Midjourney

Chef Reynard didn’t say anything. He just looked at me for a moment, his eyes softening.

I wanted to cry. I wanted to curl into a ball and just cry for a few hours. My career, everything that I had worked so hard for, was over.

I turned toward the door, my heart shattering.

“Stop, Kera,” he said.

I turned back, blinking through tears.

A door in a restaurant kitchen | Source: Midjourney

A door in a restaurant kitchen | Source: Midjourney

Chef Reynard reached into his pocket and pulled out a small ultraviolet flashlight.

The room went still again.

“There’s a security measure in place,” he said, his voice even. “I have marked all the caviar jars with an invisible, transparent ink, one that leaves residue on anyone who touches it. This is the new batch, and no one has worked with these yet, so only the person who stole the jar would have the stuff on their hands.”

A ripple of murmurs swept through the staff.

A flashlight | Source: Midjourney

A flashlight | Source: Midjourney

He held the jar under the light, and sure enough, a faint, glowing mark was smeared along the lid.

“We started doing this a few years ago when we had another case of sticky fingers. One of our waiters was walking away with our caviar and bottles of champagne, ready to sell on the internet.”

Then he turned the light to his hands. They were clean except for his fingers, where he had held the jar moments before.

His eyes met mine, and he almost smiled.

Bottles of champagne | Source: Midjourney

Bottles of champagne | Source: Midjourney

“Everyone, hands out. Now.”

One by one, we stretched our arms out as he held the light to them.

Nothing.

Nothing.

Nothing.

Dirty nails.

Nothing.

Then…

A faint glow appeared on someone’s fingertips.

Ink on a woman's hand | Source: Midjourney

Ink on a woman’s hand | Source: Midjourney

That’s when the entire world tilted.

Sam.

The soft blue stain lit up on her skin, it was unmistakable. A choked sound left my throat. My best friend, my sister, sat there, caught red-handed.

Chef Reynard stared at her in disbelief.

“I need you to explain yourself,” Chef said.

“I… Chef…” Sam tried to say, her face drained of color.

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A shocked woman | Source: Midjourney

“I never thought someone would do this to their best friend,” he said quietly.

Then, his voice hardened and his face darkened, anger taking over.

“You set her up? You set Kera up? You were willing to destroy her career for a promotion?”

Her mouth opened, desperate.

“Maybe someone else touched it before me… and I touched something they touched.”

An angry chef | Source: Midjourney

An angry chef | Source: Midjourney

Chef Reynard didn’t even blink.

“Just go, Sam.”

I watched her grasp for anything to save herself. But there was nothing.

She knew it.

I knew it.

She stood abruptly, her chair scraping against the tiles. Her eyes flicked to me, just for a second.

An upset woman | Source: Midjourney

An upset woman | Source: Midjourney

And in that second, I saw something that made my blood boil.

Sam didn’t think she’d get caught.

She wasn’t sorry. She was angry.

She stormed out, and just like that, she was gone.

The room was silent.

I was still shaking. I felt betrayed and hurt, heartache worse than I’d ever felt before.

A shocked woman | Source: Midjourney

A shocked woman | Source: Midjourney

“Kera,” Chef Reynard said.

“I meant what I said,” he continued. “I don’t tolerate thieves in my kitchen. And I couldn’t believe that it was you. I just… couldn’t. Let’s go to my office.”

We went to his office. I followed him quietly, my hands still shaking.

“Kera,” he said, sitting down. “I didn’t want to believe it because I had just drawn up something for you. But I need you to know that I don’t tolerate people who betray their own.”

An office | Source: Midjourney

An office | Source: Midjourney

He placed a single piece of paper in front of me.

A contract.

“You worked your butt off for this place, my girl,” he said. “I’ve noticed it from the beginning. And you’ve earned your spot as head chef.”

I took a deep breath.

“I had nothing to do with Sam’s actions,” I said. “Absolutely nothing.”

A contract on an office desk | Source: Midjourney

A contract on an office desk | Source: Midjourney

He smiled and held a pen out for me.

And I signed my name.

After my shift, I stopped at a food truck on my way home, trying to wrap my mind around everything. How was I going to go to our apartment and face Sam?

I wanted to slap her for almost costing me my job, but I was also worried about what she was going to do next.

I had been saving over the years. Sam had not, wanting to spend everything on clothing and alcohol. I highly doubted she had any savings, or at least enough to get by until she got a new job.

People outside a food truck | Source: Midjourney

People outside a food truck | Source: Midjourney

But I shouldn’t have worried.

When I walked into our apartment, Jenna, our roommate, was sitting on the couch playing video games. Sam was nowhere to be seen.

“She’s gone,” Jenna said, pausing the game.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“She’s gone. She packed up, and some guy named Dylan came to help her take her things. She said to tell you that she wanted more for herself and that she needs to find her happiness out of your shadow.”

A woman playing video games | Source: Midjourney

A woman playing video games | Source: Midjourney

What the actual heck?

“Thanks, Jenna,” I said, flopping down on the couch next to her.

“What happened? She got fired? She quit?”

“How about I tell you tomorrow?” I asked. “I just want to get into bed.”

I was devastated, but I had never felt the way I had before. There was so much anger and hurt. Pain that demanded to be felt.

If this is what Sam was truly capable of, then maybe I was better off without her.

An upset woman lying in her bed | Source: Midjourney

An upset woman lying in her bed | Source: Midjourney

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