Dear DNA provider of my daughter,
As, I write this letter I can only hope that it finds you. I honestly do not know if I have located the correct address but, if I did then here goes nothing.
It took me years to forgive you, for not stepping up to the plate and being the father that our daughter needed. It amazed me as how anyone who had the opportunity to spend any time with my wonderful daughter could not fall madly in love. However, you who offer 50 % of her DNA managed to be the only one. Now like I said I forgive you and I am forever grateful for blessing me with the friendliest, prettiest, smartest, and most talented daughter one could ask for.
Now I fully understand that it was negligence on both our parts that we did not truly get to know each other before we decided to be reckless and have unprotected sex. I guess we dodged one hell of a bullet because instead of an STD, I got a baby. Well, let me get to the point earlier this year my daughter came to me and said she finally was ready to talk about you.
In my mind, I’m like dammit can we talk about anything else but, him. As her mother, I knew this day was coming and I told her when she was ready I’d tell her whatever she wanted to know. The part that bother me the most was my very happy daughter stood before me in tears and asked the one question I dreaded “Why didn’t he want me?” Fuck, is all I could think. Instantly, I wanted to spew that he was a selfish asshole who was too damn dumb and selfish to step up to the plate and be a fucking father. But, instead while holding back my own tears I told her the following: “Not, everyone who creates a child is ready and able to step up and parent that child. He was immature and just couldn’t get it together. God, used him as a tool to provide me and your father with the daughter we always wanted, since I can only get boys out of him. “
I reminded her that is has been her dad/my husband that has always been there for her. It was him that was there for her first birthday, steps, day of school, recital, award ceremony, and having countless daddy daughter days. She knows he is her dad but, I also understand her desire to meet you. You hold a key to the side of her that I cannot provide. I am not Puerto Rican and cannot tell her anything about a being a Latina in this world. She wants answers.
She wants to know who you are, what are you like, and I’m sure she has a million and one other questions. As I tried to locate you it has been very difficult. Now 6 years almost 7 years ago you told me you wanted to see her. I told you the time wasn’t right; however, when she got older and wanted to meet you I would let you know. You would think you would’ve left me with updated contact information. But, no you didn’t and now I have been scouring the internet for months trying to locate you. You’ve missed 14 years of so many happy and wonderful moments that you will never get to experience and for that I feel sorry for you.
I feel sorry for you that you have missed out on an amazing and wonderful daughter that could make any father or mother proud. Thank you for giving me one of the best things to ever happen to my life my daughter. If for some reason, I have finally located the correct contact information if, and only if you are ready to answer those hard questions she has for you let me know.
A torn mother