I answered no, because I do not look like ANY of my siblings and I am the ONLY one with brown eyes, which makes it impossible to use their ID. But there's more to the story.
You see, in my early to mid-twenties, I moved home, as many millennials had to. Nothing weird there. I have a younger sister. My younger sister is just shy of ten years younger than me. So she was a teenager. She was a teenage girl. A child. A child who is a teenager. I was an adult who was like 24 or something.
My mother basically never talks about me unless she thinks she can get sympathy for it. Even as a twenty something living in her house, she never talked about me. She did, however, talk incessantly about my sister back then. At the time, my mother had the kind of job where there are family barbecues a few times a year. She always took my sister to these and I was Not Allowed. One came up and my mother had done something to her foot (I don't think she saw a doctor, so I'm not sure if it was broken or sprained or what) and my mother was unable to drive. I was a grown adult with a drivers' license. My mother NEEDED to take my sister to the barbecue to tell everyone all of her accomplishments. So my mother had me chauffeur her to the barbecue with my sister. She didn't want to pay the gas money for me to go somewhere else, so she let me stay.
So I'm like 24 years old standing next to my mother, because I am NOT ALLOWED out of her sight lest I speak to anyone and risk humiliating her. My sister had fucked off to hang out with the other teenagers, so it's just me next to my mother. And people ask who I am. And I know better than to say anything my mother hasn't approved, so I waited for my mother to introduce me and she just kept saying "This is my daughter."
Many of these coworkers did double takes because my mother had been BRINGING MY SISTER to these events for years with no mention of other children. And I look nothing like my sister. We have different fathers, different ethnic backgrounds, different eye colours. Our hair is similar in colour, but mine is dead dead straight where hers is wavy and lustrous. She's significantly taller than me.
Every one of them called me by my sister's name. Every single one of them just assumed my 14 year old sister had just somehow transmogrified into a completely different, 24 year old person.
But the best part? It forced my mother to admit to these people that she had another child and dear GOD was that woman humiliated by my very existence. Best day ever.
