Am I his daughter?

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A simple Sunday afternoon snack time conversation with my eldest sister led me into doubting my identity. We've been to the hospital the day before that because middle sis gave birth and she sort of had this slight case of depression, she doesn't like to be around with some people. The mere presence of them upsets her and it didn't do good for her. While devouring our snack I asked big sis that I was not expecting my other sis to turn that way she, was so good with people and there hadn't been any signs. Surprisingly sis answered, there were signs in fact, she said our mom had that too after giving birth to my other sis, she left home for quite sometime for she can't stand being around with people. Not long after she returned she got pregnant with me and suffered the same after giving birth to me. My dad even reached the point of throwing me outside the window just to make mom regain her rightful self. My sister talked much more than she should have, memories came flashing back to me when we were younger. Other kids from the neighborhood teasing me "adopted!", even sis use the same tool when we use to argue back then "you're not my real sister". I think Big sis already briefed everybody because they seem to avoid the issue, I even asked dad and he seemed prepared with the answer, only that it didn't gave me the feeling of assurance. I couldn't even ask my mother since she abandoned us when I was 11 and never seen or heard from her up until now that I am already 27. What if she's dead, will i ever get to stop doubting my identity?