It was Christmas time again. My son and I had just arrived at my parents home for the holidays. We wanted to surprise them by not hooting for them to open the front gate because I had a spare key for it.

So we walked outside and into my mum and dad's yard. I walked slowly but my son walked faster because he couldn't wait to see his grand parents. So he entered our home before I did.

I then gazed through the kitchen window. I could see my dad cooking breyani, my favourite food because he knew we were coming. I could see him carrying yushay and throwing him up in the air and catching him gently again in his...