Father’s Day was the best day of the year.
For him Christmas, New Years and his own birthday combined could not compare. Even now he knew that they would be busying themselves to make sure everything was just right for him. It hadn’t been a surprise for many years, but he still felt the same tingle as he had all those years ago.
He stood at the balcony and looked out at the thousands who were now crowded into the square. His arms outstretched, he smiled and looked up to the dark sky.
“Ah, my children. My beautiful, beautiful children.”