Repeatedly reminded by Rita, I'm finally aware that it's my birthday today.  OK, another birthday in my 30's.  This is the first time that I spend my birthday in an "overseas" country -- if Hong Kong is officially considered part of China and a permanent resident of New Zealand, as I am, is not for the time being regarded as a New Zealander.

 

As I stayed up till late last night (or "early this morning"?), I was not able to get up before 8:00 as planned.  Melson got up even prior to me.  The very first words he said to me this morning was "Dad's birthday"!  I am not sure how he knew this, but he certainly did provide my "today" with a happy start.

 

I've not been used to remembering, let alone celebrating, my birthday since my early childhood.  However, Rita is overemphasising birthdays through her path of life.  To please her, and especially our little Melson, I have agreed to put aside my PhD for a while and arrange some family functions.

 

Since Rita and the two of her younger sisters celebrated my 30th birthday in Hong Kong a couple of years ago, I've explicitely felt the ageing effects on myself, both physically and psychologically.  Optimistically, Melson's grown up and it is the second-to-none happiness in the world to witness and share his robust and fast growth!

 

My own birthday is by no means important compared with Melson.  The justification is straightforward and watertight: he is the extension of my life!  I love you for ever, Melson!