I recall being maybe ten years old and my father was travelling on a business trip to Sweden. He asked me what I wanted. I was obsessed with cranes at the time. I was stubborn about it too and demanded a crane. It was a short trip so there was not much time to shop for a crane.
Well he went on his trip, and returned with guess what, a HUGE crane. At the time, travel and luggage space were expensive, but he still made the effort and got me not just any crane, but the largest crane he could find.
He shared the story of the crane with us. He went into the toy store in this little town in Sweden, and shook the owner's hand. She responded to him that they were surprisingly warm. He was proud of that, and the unique warmth he had.
A few years later he took us on a family vacation that involved driving us from Kuwait to Sweden. Yes this is not a typo. He took me to the same toy store he got the crane from. The owner remembered him and asked about the crane.
I love these simple memories of my father.
Well he went on his trip, and returned with guess what, a HUGE crane. At the time, travel and luggage space were expensive, but he still made the effort and got me not just any crane, but the largest crane he could find.
He shared the story of the crane with us. He went into the toy store in this little town in Sweden, and shook the owner's hand. She responded to him that they were surprisingly warm. He was proud of that, and the unique warmth he had.
A few years later he took us on a family vacation that involved driving us from Kuwait to Sweden. Yes this is not a typo. He took me to the same toy store he got the crane from. The owner remembered him and asked about the crane.
I love these simple memories of my father.
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