“Then you must teach my daughter this same lesson. How to lose your innocence, but not your hope. How to laugh forever.”― Amy Tan, The Joy Luck Club.
Once again, I am writing to you from the airport. It’s Appa’s birthday week and I am flying home to celebrate it together with him.
Happy birthday, Pa!
I can already imagine his face tomorrow when I bring him a cake. No, it won’t be a happy surprise, it will be unhappy grunt. Yep, my (officially) old man doesn’t like celebrations, especially if it involves him being the center of attention (the exact opposite of his daughter, if I might add); but this time I don’t care.
Amma and I plan a birthday dinner celebration tomorrow and we will trick him to come thinking it is just a dinner. Being 60 is a big deal. He is a big deal.
I am at his age when he had me, but I don’t think I could ever love him as much as he loves me. One of the earliest memories I could reminisce was on the day he promised to take me to the beach, but I felt sick so I had to stay home. I was sad, but only for a little while because he brought back a pickup truck filled with sand and dumped it in front of our house so I could play in the sand as promised. My dad, the man who brought the beach to me.
I am hoping this forced birthday dinner will be another memory to savor in the future.
Happy birthday Pa!