On Facebook today, David C. Cook posted, “Tell us what your “gotta have it gift” was when you were a child.” And it got me thinking. And I remembered so vividly. And I said:
My father. When I was about three, the church sponsored my dad for studies in the US. It was back when sponsorship did not include expenses to take one’s family. So my mom and I remained in India with my grandparents in a little village by the Arabian Sea with no modern conveniences. Except for a letter about every two weeks, we had no contact with him for over three years. Every Christmas–and every other special day–I only wished to see my daddy.
Says Fyl 
That can be such a hard thing for a child to endure especially when your father is serving in the Church. Thanks again for sharing Fylvia!
Yes, it was. I remember having to get to know all over again when he returned. Thanks for the box of books. They arrived today.