I am not an orphan

I learned last night that i am not an orphan.
After believing since a young age that both my parents were dead, this news was completely unexpected. I had gotten word to meet Mr. Lorry, who i knew as the man in charge of my affairs that had brought me to London after the death of my mother, at the Royal George Hotel in Dover. I thought I was receiving a propriety from my father, but instead I was greeted with a message that changed my life. When I arrived at the Hotel Mr. Lorry informed me that my father, a former doctor, had never died, but had been in prison and was now being kept at an old servants house in Paris.
I am writing this in the carriage on the way to meet my father for the first time in eighteen years. Mr. Lorry has asked me to go with him in order to identify my father and to restore his life. I am a mix of feelings at the moment. I do not know weather to be excited or terrified, but I am definitely nervous. Will he remember me? Will he love me? Will i love him? It all happened so fast that i can barley believe it. One minute I was an orphan and now I have a father. I have a family again. I know it will be a while before I get comfortable with the new life I will have with my father, but I am hopeful our meeting will go well and thankful that he is alive.