Without giving too much away, I can say in all honesty that when I learned that my dad isn’t my biological father, I was stunned. If anything, everyone always told me how alike my dad and I were...and it was obvious!

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From day one, my very Israeli father set out to ensure that I spoke fluent Hebrew, which is no mean feat, given that I never lived in Israel and only really spoke it with him. He succeeded, and I am still fluent in Hebrew to this day. I am very close with his side of the family, and I have inherited a huge number of my cultural, artistic, sporting and political interests from him. I always thought these things were indicators of just how closely related we are, but now, it is clear that all of this extra effort on his part was done to compensate for the lack of biological relation. Ironically, because of it, we ended up being closer than are many fathers and sons who do share DNA!