Story Number 3!

The host is standing besides a large metal cabinet, with manila folders and papers stuffed into every shelf of it. He picks one up from the top of the shelf and looks through it.

"The records of a person's birth can always interest that person, no matter who they are. Look at your Birth Certificate. See the time of your birth, and which hospital you were born in. Even sometimes they have information about the condition of the delivery. But Birth Certificates could also be used for certain confirmations in different areas."

"Kate Wiser is a Yoshi who wants to confirm something about her birth. The problem with her life is that she had always had different attributes and appearances than her very own parents. But as she goes to find more about who she really is, she discovers something deeper than she had ever thought it would be."

The Other Identity

I was supposed to be happy and worry-free, but I couldn't get it out of my mind. My childhood sweetheart Jason and I were going to be married in two days, and for the preparing we had to go through usual medical tests. I had never known what my blood type was, and when I discovered what it was, it sent me back to my awful thoughts I had always been feeling over the past few years.

"Katie, dear, I don't know how many times I'll need to tell you this, you were not adopted," Mrs. Wiser said to her daughter, who was holding a stack of pictures on the couch. Kate looked through the photographs of when she was just an infant. Her parents were always besides her in nearly every picture. She sighed.

"Mom…" Kate started. "When I got those blood results, I suddenly had the urge and the proof to tell you and dad. Look at me! Dad is a blue Yoshi, and you're a yellow. I'm an orange Yoshi."

"You've heard of those mixed breeding cases that occur---"

"Like, one in a thousand chances," Kate replied.

"The chances were much more frequent in the past years, when you were born," her mother pointed out. "Look at those pictures I've shown you, and that's enough to tell you than you've been our one and only biological daughter. When we arrived that day, on that night with the horrific blizzard…it was a blessing for us." She smiled softly, and Kate couldn't help but feel the possibility of whether she was wrong about her parents not being her parents after all. But she remembered the proof, and her thoughts changed.

"You can't forget the numerous pieces of evidence I've seen and known for many years," Kate continued. "A mixed breed case had never occurred in the past generation of either of you or dad's family trees. My whole family, grandpa, my cousins, and even the both of you, are all short. Look how much taller I am than all of you guys. Both dad and you are good at sports, and I have no skill in them. I've been a talented musician since my first years of life up to today and forever, while you both have no skills in anything related to music. And just this morning, I was found to have a B blood type. Both of you have a type A."

"Oh, honey," Mrs. Wiser said, as she bit her lip in concern for her daughter's thought. She wanted Kate to stop thinking about such stuff, especially when they weren't at all near to the truth. All the possibilities Kate had just told her had changed her mind no bit. She knew that Kate was the baby whom she had given birth to on the night of January 12, 1984. She had to think of something to tell her, and she tried her best to make it sound as truthful as it could possibly sound.

"I wanted to tell you earlier…that I had received a phone call from the doctor who had visited this morning," she said. "He made a mistake about your blood type, and switched it with another patient by mistake. It was an error."

Katie looked at her mother. Although her words may have sounded convincing to others, she knew all about how her mother told her usual lies. Or by what she believed in at that moment, she knew all about the ways and techniques that Mrs. Wiser used to tell her persuasive lies.

"Katie, I think the best thing to do is somehow get over it," Jason said to her at the morning table. It was the next day, at nine o'clock in the morning. Katie had nearly gotten any sleep the previous night, thinking about everything. Her fiancé looked and talked to her gently as they discussed her issue.

"You're still not trusting your own parents?" he asked her. Jason Domneri was a green Yoshi, who had lived in the town district of Sueech Tworoo for nearly his entire life. He had met Kate during their high school years, and he and Kate were scheduling their wedding the next day and were both so anticipated and happy for it. But seeing his sweetheart so down and worry-stricken made his energetic feelings go down, as he began to consider whether they should reschedule the wedding or not for another later day.

"I still believe I'm adopted," she explained to him, "After all this evidence I had been collecting for years. I called the doctor this morning and told him to tell me about my blood results. I was in fact a type B. What was the reason for her to lie last night? Is there some, like, deep family secret to keep away from me?"

"Okay," said Jason. "Does it affect you, if they're not really your parents or not? It won't make any difference. They love you, and you love them."

"Well," Kate said, pondering the thought for a quick moment. "Yes it does. I mean, the pictures can't prove anything. I may have been adopted at birth. I need to know the truth"

"The truth doesn't matter," he told her. "They're great parents, and I'll be so happy to have such supportive parent-in-laws, unlike poor Billy Hitchcock." They both laughed, remembering another one of their past friends.

"I would still love my parents even if they weren't my biological parents at all, because there would be no difference. And they'll be playing the musical band at our wedding tomorrow, when they can finally meet your parents for the first time." He paused.

"When we have children, your parents will still be the best grandparents they could have. So what if they're not your biological parents, so what?"

"So what?" Katie asked, repeating his words again with. "It can't just be a simple 'So what'. This thing will never pass me and become forgotten. I can't…go on without knowing my history. I'm sorry…I need to know about myself before I get married." They just both sat down at the table, both having different feelings at the same time. Jason bit his lip, a common thing for him to do when he was caught in a difficult situation.

"Honey," he said, "We're together now. It's our destiny to be together. Nothing could change that now."

"I know," she said, looking up at him. "I loved you, since that day I saw you on that football team, and I thought you were the most athletic person I had ever seen in my entire life, unlike me. We were both…born on the same day, January 12. Same day babies. We were those two who had so much in common." She suddenly looked down.

"What if I was adopted?" she said to him. "My birthday wouldn't be January 12. That special birthday touch we share together probably doesn't exist at all, does it?"

"How about this," said Jason finally, standing up from his chair, "We're going to solve your mystery today and end your worries."

"But how?" Kate asked him, getting up from her chair as well.

"We'll get as much proof from the hospital as we can and solve the truth about your history, all in one day…together." Katie slowly nodded, and they shared a kiss, a kiss of hope. She needed to know.

"Well, this is it," the lady at the front desk of the hospital said. She had led Kate and Jason to a room full of metal cabinets and shelves, with hundreds of folders in each area stacked as neatly as possible, though the neatness had failed to keep its look over the time.

"This is where all the files before 1990 and after 1950 are stored, these papers," she explained, "Before the technology of the computer was invented. Now we store everything, records, birth info, and etcetera, all on the computer. Don't be messing with stuff that's not yours, not that it matters. You've been the first people wanting to visit this room for about five years."

"Thank you," said Kate, as she turned away to look at the numerous folders all over the large room.

"Just call me if you need any help on anything." With that, the lady left the record room.

We searched for over two hours, searching for any sign for the name Kate Wiser. It was barely alphabetized, and everything was just disorganized. I knew that Jason was approaching the urge to quit, but he was trying his best efforts just to make me happy. That's one of the reasons I had fallen in love with him. He would always be helping others with things irrelevant to his own life, but now that I know, it wasn't irrelevant to him after all. I was determined as well, to find my birth record, and to know the truth. Then, Jason called to me from the other side of the room. He had found a manila folder with my name on it.

"Kate Wiser," he said. He opened the folder, and there was the certificate.

Birthday Certificate

Kate Wiser

"Wait, wait," Kate said, and she turned the page. There was a remaining page left about all the info on Kate's birth, and her eyes scanned the page as quickly as she could. She needed to see the words, and the proof.

"Parents," she read, and then read the words underneath. "Patrick and Jenna Wiser." Her face suddenly became relieved as she and Jason looked at each other.

"And look at this," he said suddenly, pointing out on another part of the paper. "Date of birth, time admitted to emergency room, and time of delivery."

"So I'm not adopted after all," Kate said quietly, as a smile appeared on her face. Jason had the same expression as he wrapped his hands around her; they had figured out the truth.

"Now your history is all resolved," he told her gladly. "You are their biological daughter. Relieved now?" But Kate's eyes were focused on something else on the birth record that had caught her eye.

I thought everything was determined and figured out, but something on the paper had caught my eye under the gender section. On the line, 'Boy' was written, but crossed out and had 'Girl' written besides it. Something seemed odd about it that I just couldn't keep my finger on.

"Why is there a crossed-out 'boy' written next to 'Girl'?" she asked him. "Look, right there."

Jason laughed. "Are you suggesting the fact that you had possibly had a sex change?" he said in a doubtful voice. "You look 100 percent girl to me." Kate's face still looked confused and suspicious.

"What's so wrong with that?" said Jason, not picking up at what she was concentrated on. "They just made a mistake and crossed it out to change it to a girl."

"I…I don't think we're done yet," she said. "Let me get that lady at the front desk."

The assistant at the front desk decided to help the two of them in the file room, having nothing to do at that time. Kate explained as much as she had discovered to her.

"Its says 'Boy' then crossed out and then they wrote 'Girl'," Kate explained, pointing at the file paper.

"Oh, I now just remembered," the lady suddenly said, who was around the age of fifty. "In the year of 1984, January 21, that horrible blizzard night. I was a nurse that day, and my, it was so flustering. Four mothers with babies to deliver came that night. You were lucky you made it there, although it is strange that your mom gave birth to you in the emergency room."

"That's because my mother had barely made it in time," Kate told her, "And there was also another delivering in the emergency room at the same time. But I'm wondering about this; why does my gender have a crossed-out 'Boy'"

"Well," the lady said, "It's rather unimportant in my opinion. Perhaps one of the nurses wrote boy by accident, while the doctor corrected it. Just simple."

"But look at this," said Jason, getting another manila folder from the shelf. There was a faded name on it, the marker writing on the cover being too scratched to read. When he opened the folder, there was just one piece of paper visible; the record info of another baby.

"This person was born the same day and at the same time in the emergency room, exactly the same place and time my fiancé was delivered."

"And look at this," Kate pointed out. She pointed to under the Gender section of the other file, and underneath, 'Girl' was written and crossed out, and besides it was the word' Boy'.

"This baby boy who was born on the same day as me has the opposite type of mistake," she pointed out. "This has to mean something."

The lady pondered the fact before talking. "Well," she said. "Obviously, it could have just been a small mix up. The record papers were probably switched between you and the other baby, before the necessary corrections were made."

Suddenly, it all made sense. I couldn't believe I hadn't of considered it before. Could it be, with all the evidence I finally had? Could it be possible?

"Is it possible," Kate said, her voice becoming more certain, "It is possible that it wasn't the record papers that were switched, but…the ones switched were the babies?"

The lady suddenly stopped moving and looked up at her. Her eyes were wide, and her expression was stunned in place as she looked at Kate in alarmed uneasiness. Kate and Jason exchanged glances.

Before another word could be said, Jason saw something behind the record info of the other baby. It was another page, the Birth Certificate of the baby in the emergency room that night, that none of them had ever spotted before. As the three of them looked at the name in silence, they couldn't imagine the impossible truth.

Birthday Certificate

Jason Domneri

The host is holding a birth certificate in his hand. It is the one of Mr. Domneri, the green yoshi.

"Can it have been possible? Could Kate and Jason really have been switched at birth, living with the other one's biological parents the entire time? If yes, what would have been the chances of love happening between the two of them later on? Switches at birth have taken place a number of times around the world, but when mixed with the story of future romance, it brings out something more unimaginative. Is this tale about the two lovers who turned out to be closer then they had ever thought they would be a true fact, or does the records match that with the writings of a creative mind?"

Peach: Wooah. That's just very surprising.

Klepto: Awkward, if you would ask me. And pretty far-fetched.

Luigi: I would a hate that to happen to me! Me and a Daisy, being switched at birth!

Flurrie: Hmm Wario, I guess this story fits a little bit more on the saner side of the world, doesn't it?

Wario: Too easy of a coincidence! Bah, the parents probably manipulated them to fall in love with each other, then they would be like, 'Oh my gosh, your parents my parents omg!' Bwahhaha!

Flurrie: Well, I think it's made up, cause fate and stuff is just all wrong. Hmm hmm hmm!

Wario: FACT

Flurrie: FICTION

Luigi: This is way too far-fetched, and I think it has those points of a story to be made up, but who knows? Ayaya! FICTION

Peach: Impossible, but still possible! FACT

Klepto: Yes, this doesn't involve anything supernatural happening, or did fate play its way between them? I take chances with FACT

We'll tell you which stories tonight are true, and which are fiction at the end of tonight. Next, a painting on a wall spreads failure, on Beyond Belief, Fact or Fiction.

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