We used to have a family dinner in a restaurant when we were kids.
When we got bigger it then altered to a simple yet nice a family dinner at home.
And now that we’re three adults, we’re having your birthday over a phonecall, separated by miles and 15 months away of not seeing you.
Happy 61st birthday, Dad.
I miss you.
I love you.
And despite everything, still I wish I could give you the world.
Hope to see you home soon.
Sent from Steph’s Pinkberry