There are little words I could muster to communicate the level of respect I have for this man.
He raised my daughter before she was mine. And, now, nearly 7 years after he dressed her in puffy new clothes and said goodbye to her, he raised his glass to me and said “Welcome home.”
I only cried once with him; what did he expect when he gave me something special to bring to his Chen Mei Yue.
And, now, here I sit. Marveling at the Father’s work and how I got invited into it.
A good, good man.