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All my life, I believed my birthday was June 12th. My mum always told me that was the day I was born, and it felt special because our last born also shared that date. People admired how we were “birthday twins,” even though we were years apart. Every June 12th, family members would call to celebrate us. I felt proud. One holiday, I travelled to my maternal home and found my real birth date—June 14th—in my grandfather’s old jotter. Since then, I’ve let go of the story and embraced the truth.