Father's Day
My father lives in the West Bank of Israel/Palestine. If I'm not mistaken, he was born on July 4, 1927. I've spoken to him once in the past 7 plus years and it was for Christmas this past year. He sounded old. And nonplussed by my phone call as if all that time apart had evaporated by means of just a phone call. I was okay with that although I wasn't sure if I was expecting him to be elated at hearing from me. If he was, it didn't show.
I wonder if they celebrate Father's Day in the West Bank today also.
I wonder if they celebrate Father's Day in the West Bank today also.
I have a father [Sperm Donar] I never speak to. It isn't as if I hate him I simply don't care to know him. He never made an attempt to be a dad, so to heck with him. We didn't get to choose our parents so I don't think we should have to like or love them. Fortunately for me my mother got remarried to a good and decent man was I was little and that man became a wonderful dad. I got to choose to call him dad and I gladly did. He wasn't blood but he was everything a little girl could want for a dad.
I love the new look farid. And I am glad to see you writing again. :)
As always sending warm wishes your way.
Posted by tj | 2:45 PM