Well, it's my father's (official) birthday tomorrow. I say official, cause his birthdate is listed as Sep. 15th on his BC and stuff, but he was actually born on the 5th. Happy birthday! from Me, my mother, my brother and Lulu. (the most important one.)
Here he is! (The one in the middle. Not to be mistaken for the bottom one.)
Here he is! (The one in the middle. Not to be mistaken for the bottom one.)
He's eighty- er, sorry, I mean forty-six this year. I've known him for about fourteen years, and I admit, when we first met, my communication with him was strained. But as I grew more accustomed to him, I think I manged to interact minimally with him. Nowadays we sometimes have unusual debates, like when we discuss the existence of the Sasquatch. He still doesn't believe me. -_-
One thing I'm thouroughly happy with is his introduction between me and the Simpsons. It's the funniest thing I ever laid eyes on.
One thing I'm thouroughly happy with is his introduction between me and the Simpsons. It's the funniest thing I ever laid eyes on.
Here he is today.
Here's a little thing that happened at the train station today;
Me, my brother, and my father were waiting outside the train station.
Father: The good thing about using the train is that you get to see a lot of people.
Father: Like that guy over there with Einstein hair. *he points at a man with frizzy hair*
Man: *suddenly appears self-conscious and runs hand through hair*
Father: *with shocked exprerssion* He heard me!
(Photos are all by my mother.)
Me, my brother, and my father were waiting outside the train station.
Father: The good thing about using the train is that you get to see a lot of people.
Father: Like that guy over there with Einstein hair. *he points at a man with frizzy hair*
Man: *suddenly appears self-conscious and runs hand through hair*
Father: *with shocked exprerssion* He heard me!
(Photos are all by my mother.)
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