{"id":24092,"date":"2026-07-25T05:37:17","date_gmt":"2026-07-25T03:37:17","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/costops.com\/index.php\/2026\/07\/25\/i-thought-ive-tried-everything-else-why-not-give-ai-a-shot-the-long-lost-family-reunited-by-chatgpt\/"},"modified":"2026-07-25T05:37:17","modified_gmt":"2026-07-25T03:37:17","slug":"i-thought-ive-tried-everything-else-why-not-give-ai-a-shot-the-long-lost-family-reunited-by-chatgpt","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/costops.com\/index.php\/2026\/07\/25\/i-thought-ive-tried-everything-else-why-not-give-ai-a-shot-the-long-lost-family-reunited-by-chatgpt\/","title":{"rendered":"\u2018I thought, I\u2019ve tried everything else, why not give AI a shot?\u2019: the long-lost family reunited by ChatGPT"},"content":{"rendered":"

Avtar spent decades wondering what happened to the mother he never got to know. Thousands of miles away, Nicci was haunted by the story of a half-brother given away before she was born. How did a chatbot bring them together?<\/p>\n

As a small boy growing up in Amritsar, India, in the 1960s, Avtar Singh used to hear whispers. Your mum isn\u2019t really your mum<\/em>, the rumours would say. Your mum lives abroad.<\/em> Avtar didn\u2019t really pay any attention to it. \u201cI thought, the neighbours are just making up stories.\u201d But the stories were true: the woman raising Avtar was actually his grandmother. When he was too young to remember it, his father had emigrated to Canada to work as a teacher, leaving Avtar in the care of his paternal grandparents. His grandfather, a police officer, was a fearsome authoritarian, but his grandmother brought him up with tenderness, as if he were her own son. She called him by his nickname, Titu. He felt loved.<\/p>\n

When Avtar was around eight years old, he was told about his family in Canada: his dad, his mum and a little brother were waiting for him there, and he would soon travel to join them. Just after his ninth birthday, Avtar found himself sitting on a plane, dressed in a three\u2011piece suit and tie. He was travelling alone. He had never flown before. He didn\u2019t speak a word of English. He landed in Halifax, Nova Scotia, on Christmas Eve, 1968; his family met him at the airport and took him home. \u201cI didn\u2019t know what to think,\u201d Avtar, now 66, tells me in a video call from his home in Abbotsford, British Columbia. \u201cBefore I knew it, it was the first week of January, and I was put in school.\u201d<\/p>\n

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\nAvtar spent decades wondering what happened to the mother he never got to know. Thousands of miles away, Nicci was haunted by the story of a half-brother given away before she was born. How did a chatbot bring them together?
\nAs a small boy growing up in Amritsar, India, in the 1960s, Avtar Singh used to hear whispers. Your mum isn\u2019t really your mum, the rumours would say. Your mum lives abroad. Avtar didn\u2019t really pay any attention to it. \u201cI thought, the neighbours are just making up stories.\u201d But the stories were true: the woman raising Avtar was actually his grandmother. When he was too young to remember it, his father had emigrated to Canada to work as a teacher, leaving Avtar in the care of his paternal grandparents. His grandfather, a police officer, was a fearsome authoritarian, but his grandmother brought him up with tenderness, as if he were her own son. She called him by his nickname, Titu. He felt loved.
\nWhen Avtar was around eight years old, he was told about his family in Canada: his dad, his mum and a little brother were waiting for him there, and he would soon travel to join them. Just after his ninth birthday, Avtar found himself sitting on a plane, dressed in a three\u2011piece suit and tie. He was travelling alone. He had never flown before. He didn\u2019t speak a word of English. He landed in Halifax, Nova Scotia, on Christmas Eve, 1968; his family met him at the airport and took him home. \u201cI didn\u2019t know what to think,\u201d Avtar, now 66, tells me in a video call from his home in Abbotsford, British Columbia. \u201cBefore I knew it, it was the first week of January, and I was put in school.\u201d Continue reading…Technology | The Guardian<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Avtar spent decades wondering what happened to the mother he never got to know. Thousands of miles away, Nicci was haunted by the story of a half-brother given away before she was born. How did a chatbot bring them together? As a small boy growing up in Amritsar, India, in the 1960s, Avtar Singh used …<\/p>\n

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