My mother said you did love me and wanted to see me, but she wouldn’t let you. You were young, drank too much, and she was worried about your temper. I haven’t seen you since I was 2 years old. Do you still think about me?
I met your mother. I gave my address and phone number, but heard nothing since.
I figured it was time to try to connect since my own children may want to find their own birth family one day. Maybe I shouldn’t have.