Dear Father, this will probably surprise you (or maybe not) but I have always wondered what you looked like. I wonder why I was so obsessed with your looks. Maybe it’s because I grew up hearing from people who had met you, talk about how “I picked your nose, your complexion or whatever else pricked their fancy.
Beyond all that however, I just wanted to be really sure you existed. I wish I could ask you so many questions. When I was a teenager and I heard about how you left my mum because she wouldn’t have an abortion, I was mad at you. Actually, I was livid.