As I opened my eyes, I saw a familiar pair of aqua-blue eyes staring down at me with the audible sound of remorse escaping his lips.

Although the sight was blurry, I could note the familiar lines of wrinkles around his eyes.

“Dad? I called with a strangled breath. I wasn't certain if that possibility was correct. No one among my in-laws had gray hair or wrinkles on their faces or a generous amount of white hair on their mustaches. Lastly, the man had a natural scent of grapes and strawberries which can only come from a fruit farmer.

Tears gushed down my Dad's cheek uncontrollably on hearing my voice....