At first, David-Paul Cavazos thought the letter a cruel joke.
The handwritten missive began, “David-Paul, It’s me your father. Please don’t think I’m writing you for money or a kidney. I’m writing solely because I’m tired of being scared of how you would feel about me. …. You must know that letting you go was not easy for me. I knew I had to do it so that you would have a better chance at life, a good life.”
It had been almost 30 years that Cavazos had last heard from his father. He was 12, his dad 36.