Around February this year I placed some chiku seeds in different pots by the window of my home. The chiku fruit was from a tree planted by my dad when he was hale and hearty.
Weeks past, some seeds turned moldy and had to be discarded.
Recently, in the midst of my fading enthusiasm, one of the seeds sprouted!
Today my dad would have been 81 years old.
This morning my brother & I dropped by the columbarium to place a marigold by his picture and by the picture of his father, who passed on when my dad was less than one year old. We placed one marigold for our dad’s single mother too.
Happy Birthday, Dad! Thank you for being the best father you knew how to be despite being fatherless yourself.♥️