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One year younger

Wouldn't it be cool to take a year off ur life? To be one year younger than what u thought u really were? Well I am an example of just that.
To go to puerto Rico all u need is a photo id for American citizens. But to get back into the states from p/r American citizens need a photo id and ur American birth certificate. I have both, so now worries, right? Not so much... Since I'm adopted my mom has all my paper work. I informed her that I would need my birth certificate to get back into the states. She, being protective of my paper work, will not give me my American birth certificate. So now I have to apply for a legal copy of my birth certificate. In doing so I stumbled across my original birth certificate from the Philippines. My American birth certificate says I was born september 10th 1984. The date of birth I have always known. BUT my Filipino birth certificate clearly says that i was born at 10am weighting in at 7lbs on september 10th ( this is the real kicker) 1985!!!  Omg!!! Seriously?!?? 1985? I've heard of other peoples stories and their birthdays being off by maybe a few days or a couple of months... But to be off by an entire year?!??!?? This is all new to me and I still don't know how to process all this. I'm just n pure and utter shock. I will be 26 this year.... AGAIN! How can something like this be over looked? Someone has a lot of explaining to do! Urgh! :-/

Am I..
 OR...
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Will I be 26 this year or 27? Never thought Id have to ask myself that question. 

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