Thinking of Dad

It just occured to me that it is my father's birthday today. He is 56. We haven't seen each other in a long time, with me being based in Oz and he working overseas. According to my siblings, who have seen him recently in the Philippines, he has aged quite a bit. Maybe all that flying under the African sun isn't good for our Asian skin.

He hasn't met our little girl in person either. Then again, nobody in my family (except my mom) has met her. But that will end soon. When we come home in May, I am sure people back home will be all over her. I'm not sure about my dad though. I'm not even certain if he will ever see her in his lifetime. It remains a mystery to me.