A few weeks from now my father will be celebrating his birthday. He used to work in an American military base. I’ve seen photos of him wearing hard hats, bifocal safety glasses and his id clipped on his polo’s front pocket. In the photos he looked so short beside his American bosses. These American bosses used to go to our home and he would accompany them to buy fresh catch near the beach.
I remember asking him before what his work is and he would say he sweeps the deck of the aircraft carriers that come to dock on the bay, 😀
Today, my papa looks different with white hair and lines on his face but his zest for life, his quirks and afternoon naps are still there. I just wish we have more time to visit them more often than we use to.
I miss my old guy 🙂
