I need my father to sign my new passport.

He and Linda live in their old neighborhood in Wanchai.   I go to his home, which is now an apartment in a tall building.

Both he and Linda have not changed as much as I have.

This is the first time that my father hears of my going to America.

Does he have to pay anything?   No, I assure him.  He signs.

Isn’t she pretty?  He asks Linda.    Oh, I think her sister is prettier.

It is time to hug him and say goodbye.

My father

Hong Kong in 1953