So, I’m adopted - by my aunt. Meaning I look fairly like her, but I don’t look like my dad at all (who I am only related to by the fact that he married my aunt).
I, of course, never knew this for the first half of my life. Yet, I often wondered. I look enough like my adoptive mom, but not that much. I am much lighter than all of them. No one in my family had curly hair but my grandfather and one uncle. I have large, dark eyes - my “mother” doesn’t, and neither does my father. And I really didn’t look like any of them, not even my real mother, not as a teen.
Eventually it came out that I was adopted. Ok, whatever. Fast forward fifteen or so years and I saw a picture of myself sitting on the couch - and I looked exactly like my real mother. I mean, same fucking expression and same shape of the face; everything. Same large, dark eyes. What the hell? How could genetics work like that? I mean, I was almost a carbon copy! I look different when I smile, but that could be because I never saw her smile very often, not a real toothy smile like I give all the time, only small smiles. But my sardonic face is exactly her face.
I have no idea what my real dad looks like. I presume he had the curly hair, and from him I probably also got a few other things, like my love of fantasy (everyone in MY family has their feet firmly grounded in reality and don’t dream at all).