Talked to the oldest (possibly) Narco cousin a few times in the last couple days ago and he assured me that he wasn’t angry and that I’d be a fool to accept the (seemingly) Caucasian child as mine without proof, but he assured me that “my cousin isn’t a whore I’m positive that if she says it’s yours it’s yours. It’s not like you have any money.”

Yesterday I went back to Quibdo and we got our mouths swabbed for a DNA test I saw the tech seal the vials so i doubt any funny business happened.

Everything was quite cordial and she asked me to come back to the house to help her with the kid. I declined but I’m staying in a nearby hotel and no ones tried to kill me yet so there’s a plus.

Here’s the big shocker though. You remember how I said I was African American? Well I sent my mom a picture of the baby and she says “well it could possibly be yours your dad might not be (the guy she told me is my dad my whole life) it could possibly be (my dads Puerto Rican drug connect) .

At this point I’m completely confused because you’re telling me I might be half Puerto Rican and in the almost 30 years of life I’ve been here you’ve never once mentioned this or even hinted at it. The worst part is the guy you said was my father is dead, but the Puerto Rican guy is very much alive and according to Facebook pretty wealthy. I even look exactly like the man.

Tl;dr I overreacted because I wasn’t informed by my mother that I am possibly (probably) half Puerto Rican. The DNA results should be ready by tonight and I’ll update you guys then.