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 