I just received a care package from my beloved father. It contained: two boxes of vegan cookies (I'm allergic to milk so that's the only kind I can eat); a book about children's psychological development (with inscription "I bought this not because I thought you needed it, but because it sounded interesting"); a stuffed frog for little R; two of little R's outfits I accidentally left in California; and a bag of halloween candy (with my very favorite mellocream pumpkins: man I love those!).
One package of the vegan cookies had been opened and came with this little note: We Regret to inform you that a Cookie Tax was levied. (My dad loves cookies too.) He cracks me up!
I really miss him and my mother. This is the worst part about living in Singapore. I'm certainly looking forward to seeing them again in December!