Not this year.
My dad didn't wish me a happy birthday.
It's been a long, unsuccessful and tiring day and I simply couldn't wait to get home. The coziness of my four walls, the sweetness of plum jam pancakes, the warmth of rooibos vanilla tea.
And then they hit me. My dad's only words...
Have you eaten?
A missed call and a bloody boogery football match!
Is he too old? Am I too old?
Why is it getting to me? I'm the asshole in this story.
Maybe I'm just like my father. Ain't that unfortunate...
But it isn't midnight yet....