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.