As we walk in the town square hand in hand, I could see my father’s face beaming with joy.

I think I was around four, maybe even less. I was wearing this shirt tailored to look exactly like  his. I could hardly remember the details but it reminded me of pineapples because of its color and its seemingly Hawaiian design.

Wearing identical shirts, I was his mini-me. And all three feet of me was walking as tall as him.

I looked in his eyes and all I saw was pride. Continue Reading…