Preparing for my Netflix documentary. Chapter 1: I find out my dad was a sperm donor. I am pregnant with my first donor-conceived child at the time. The irony is not lost on me. Chapter 2: We start finding his donor-conceived children. One by one. Then another. Then another. Twelve biological siblings — people who share my dad’s DNA — who had no idea each other existed, and no idea he was out there living a full life with a family of his own. Chapter 3: We all find each other. All fifteen of us. And instead of it being complicated and painful, it becomes one of the greatest unexpected gifts of my life. My dad is now BioDad to twelve people who call him family. We are all in each other’s lives. We are close in the way that makes no logical sense and every emotional sense. Chapter 4: I continue to build my own family through donor conception. On purpose. Fully, joyfully, with my whole heart. Because I know firsthand what that story can look like on the other side. We are a big, fat...