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 could only come from a fruit farmer.
Tears gushed down my Dad's cheek uncontrollably on hearing my voice. He looked at my face and another round of tears gushed down.
“Baby! He called out and leaned in, hugging me gently, his tears dropping on me.
I was surprised.
That was my Dad's voice a
