Yesterday was my dear father’s birthday. We had a brief father-to-son talk on the phone.
The event started off with my mom answering the phone. After the customary updates on all things happening in the family (immediate and extended) she passed the phone to my father. This was, off course, after she commented about the reminder that she sent that morning, and I had to defend on why I purposedly call only in the evening.
I asked my dad what he wanted. Nothing much, he says. My mom earlier said that I should get him a new wallet, since the old one is in dire condition that if it is thrown into a fish pond, all living creature in the pond shall die (in her own words, that is). I jokingly told my dad that if he wishes to have a grandchild, it will be a very long wait. 
We had a great laugh on that.
It was blissful to talk to my parents this way. I could not imagined doing so when I was in my high school years. Things have changed over the years, it seems. It will not last forever, I know that. But I will try to cherish it as long as it lasts.
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