It must be 8 years now, since dad packed up the family and left the shores of Malaysia for greener pastures abroad. A wise decision, he claims. To get away from it all and enjoy his golden days. I only get to see him a few times a year now as a result of the decision he made, though i don’t begrudge him it. Of course i miss him, and it’s taught me to treasure these fleeting moments all the more.