Am I adopted?

I know this is a strange thing to think about but I am starting to wonder if I might actually be adopted. I’ve been noticing over the last few weeks that I am subtlety different to the rest of my family. Firstly I have luxuriant ginger hair whereas the rest of my family all have black hair, with the exception of Dad who has white hair. I’ve also noticed that I am considerably shorter than everyone else. My mother has told me that we had small Scottish ancestors and that I could be a throwback and I know that genes can sit dormant for a couple of generations and that there may well have been a Ginger small person who was our great grandfather back in the day, but I am beginning to doubt if ‘Shorty McTavish’ was a real person. Then there is my character and how that differs from my brothers and sisters. I have noticed they are almost completely disinterested in chasing pigeons whereas for me it is a compulsion. Occasionally Guinness has a go but I can see that her heart is not in it but the non-hairy members of the pack don’t even seem to see Thanos and his minions let alone chase them. Its the same with food. Yesterday a piece of toast fell to the floor in the kitchen and I saw, with my own eyes, my brother pick it up and…I can hardly bring myself to write this…put it in the bin ! The bin !!!! What kind of a person does that? Trust me if that had been Me it would have disappeared down my throat quicker than you could say “permanently hungry.” For a couple of weeks the thought that I might be adopted did cause me some angst but now I am actually fine with it. My family love me, I love them and that’s all that really matters isn’t it.