Today is her twenty-seventh birthday, and it is also the twenty-seventh anniversary of her father's death. That day and moment of that year, as if calculated accurately, at the minute and second when she happily came into this world, her father also left this world with the first cry of her life.
Over the years, she has been thinking, when she and her father walked in and out of this door, did they ever say goodbye at the moment when they crossed the threshold of life and death? We hugged each other and cried...
