This is Dad's third birthday during the war. His first birthday since arriving in California. My plans of a picnic in the park with a big sky and some interesting birds to observe fell apart because of unexpected heavy rain. But we ended up in a lovely local cafe - eating some crazy croissants (Dad got one with onions!) and drinking some unusual coffee (Cedar and Smoke for Dad). The cafe had a handicapped sitting for him too - which I thought was a good part of a present but I am not sure he was glad to get a reminder of his limited mobility. We talked about all sorts of things and I even got to sketch them by the end. Getting used to a life of refugees is not easy, a new country is not easy, but they are trying hard!
Your parents deserve a medal for their perseverance!
ReplyDeletethank you - I will make them one this week! :)
DeleteI'm sure it's hard... but so wonderful that you celebrated in person this year! :-)
ReplyDeletethank you for your kind words!
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