Over the Indigenous Peoples Day weekend, aside from the host of things I was told by individuals in the know, unlike myself, one told me that because I’ve submitted a sample of my Deoxyribonucleic acid to an ancestry site, ‘they’ve’ made a clone of me who exists someplace apart from the child I helped create many years ago. Contemplating my cloned-self, let's refer to him as MM (mini-me) for clarification. I shudder to think of him having to endure the same life I endured as a child if we’re so alike in every aspect. WARNING: THE FOLLOWING CONTAINS POSSIBLE 'CLONOGRAPHICAL' RECORD OF MY DNA. Herein, we explore what may or may not occur . He may be discovered outside a single car garage by a kindly unmarried woman 21-years older than himself who identifies herself to him as his oldest sister. She is ecstatic. The 'sister's' father adopts the baby as his own...