On Seeing My Father at the Annual Party
posted on 15 December 2010 | posted in
Fashion
My trip back home to see my father for his annual party was always exciting. We never called it a birthday because my father said he refused to get any older. When I realized I was getting closer after the 6 hour drive that I just endured I was breathing a sigh of relief actually. I was tired of driving, and needed to stretch really bad. Arriving at my father's home with his gifts, I was presented with a box of my own. When I opened it I found 2 beautifully colored pashminas inside. They were gorgeous! I shrieked like a little girl and threw my arms around my father and squuezed. Telling him 'Happy Party Day' instead of 'Happy Birthday', we all laughed. We had a large cake, gifts and my mother was cooking a roast with all the fixings. It was my father's favorite meal and today after all was all about him.
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