I spend quite a bit of time in my car every day in Surry and Isle of Wight Counties here in Southeastern Virginia. Often, folks will stop me and grab me by the hands, claiming that I look like a sister, auntie, cousin, etc. Until Ancestry, I thought all my family originated in Tennessee. My origins seem to double back to Virginia through several lines. I drive past fields of cotton and old plantations that are now farms and wonder whether the folks I hug goodbye after a visit every week are the descendants of a sold off sister or brother. This article got to me, it really, really did. How dare she try to ruin this young woman in her desperate, twisted attempt to be right.