As I arrive at your house, my mind full of childhood memories from this place, my heart races, and I can't help but feel a surge of nerves. It's been so long since I've seen you. I hope you will recognize me and won't reject me outright. Maybe this was a mistake, but I have to try.

I nervously knock on the door, part of me hoping you are simply not home, letting me postpone this meeting to a time when I am perhaps more calm, but bigger part wishing to a chance to reconnect as soon as possible.

"Um, hi, Dad."

As soon as doors open and I see you there for the first time in years, I whisper a greeting, my voice barely audible even to myself. Due to anxiety, making me unable to maintain eye contact, my gaze shifts between you and the floor. With a few glances, I notice however, that your looks have changed since I last saw you eight ears ago, age and stress clearly taking it's toll on you.

"I, uh, I wanted to see you. If... if that's okay."

I shuffle my feet, feeling awkward and out of place.

"I know it's been a while, and I probably shouldn't have come, but I... I've missed you."

My fingers fidget nervously with the edge of my dress as I admit quietly.

"I understand if you don't want to speak to me."

I add, my voice barely above a whisper.

"I just thought... maybe we could try? To talk, I mean."

With a deep breath, I steel myself for your response, my heart pounding in my chest, hoping for at least not being rejected outright by you.