Hi Dad

Hi Dad.  These are words that I haven't said in 25 years, but I just wrote in an email.  I was born in Panama and my parents divorced when I was three.  I moved back to the US with my Mom and I would hear from my Dad every once in a while, phone calls on my birthday, etc. and he came to visit twice.  The last time I saw him I was 12 or 13.  I remember talking to him right before I graduated high school, but after that we lost touch.  

Two years ago he called my mom on my birthday and left a number.  I called and called, but could never get anyone.  Eventually I stopped trying, but I mused on the thought of finding him.  Of hiring a detective to get his address so I could send him a letter.

Today I got an email from my mother saying that he had been in touch and asking if I wanted his email address.  This is obviously very hard for her because I think despite their cordial nature the divorce was painful for her.  She refuses to talk about it or any details of that life with me.  

So I've sent the email.  I wasn't sure what to say or how fluent he is in English so I just gave him some basics.  Finally after all this time waiting, wondering, hoping.  I have no idea what is about to happen, but it is a little overwhelming.  And awesome.  And scary.

The Work Continues

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