10 Years

10 YEARS
Seen from the 25th floor, the whole range of mountains is panoramic, silhouetted dark purple against a musky orange band, in an afterglow of the sunset. In the foreground are the downtown lights beginning to sparkle like thousands of scattered gems.
Here in a sky-high restaurant looking down the whole world in the dusk, we get together and commemorate our late father. The more we are aged the more we seem to understand him. Regret lingers around in everybody's mind. Why could we not when he was with us? Exactly 10 years have passed.