My Dad

It seems so weird asking my half sister questions about my dad. Even the most basic of questions that are normally known like.. does he cook? or can he even cook?..makes the fact of my ignorance?.. or perhaps oblivion.. even more stark..

I've always felt an absence of a father figure in my life.. although I have known it once upon a time, some many years ago , it remains a distant memory...

However, what I can remember of him has always remained strong and somewhat comforting- a cherished and living memory.. because the fact of existence of such a memory- hm I don't know really how to describe it.. but it's like something that you know you had, something that you've experienced before, so your kind of living by an altered perspective?- gahhh that didn't really make sense did it.. ok w/es

Anyway its that although he is off in another continent, another family to nurture and raise, living another life of his own- I will always remember him by what he had once, and continues to mean, to me.

He is after all- my Dad.

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On another note, my sister is turning 22 tomorrow! I am so happy for her- for coming this far in life!!..And so proud of all her achievements in life thus far; from finishing education, to climbing Mt. Everest and aiding the poor at Nepal, to finding a position at Deloitte. Although I may hate her guts most of the time- she has been such an inspiration!

Hope you have an awesome and prosperous life sis!