It’s where we come from that makes us, no? I’ve come from the balcony where we sat and shared food and counted planes; from your bedside where we played cards and helped each other cheat, and from the kitchen where you had cut fruit for me. I have so many memories of you, and I have to thank you for them because through them you remain close. Because of them, I still feel the warmth of the days only we shared. Happy Birthday, Papa. I love you.
25th September 2016