I sent my dad this yesterday. He said thanks. Growing up, we were never taught or practised being thankful especially to him because we were trained to think that he is fear and we should always be on our toes whenever he's around. He was a pilot so we don't usually see him that much. My memories with him are mostly good ones like helping him fixing the car or bike or doing woodwork. I know tools and woodworking because of him. His dad was a carpenter so woodworking runs in my blood. I hope I'll see him once this lock down is over. He hasn't seen my Hummingbird 😉
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