Me, Uncle Seng, with his children, granddaughter, and niece on the far right

Me and My Uncle Seng

Listening to: Carnival – The Cardigans

Well this week has been pretty busy I must say! It caught me by surprise when I received a phone call from one of my aunts from Pakse and she ended up calling my Dad’s older brother who lives on the outskirts of Vientiane. Then his kids (my cousins) and I ended meeting up with each other at the guesthouse and it was truly a sight for sore eyes. I couldn’t believe that the people standing in front of me were the same people whom I spent time with that long ago first trip I took to Laos with my Dad eight years ago. It’s hard to believe it’s been that long since I’ve talked to them and later that night I followed them to their house to prepare and eat another delicious Lao meal together.

When I walked in the door and saw my uncle he was nearly about to break out in tears and that made me feel special – a feeling I haven’t felt in a very long time. He asked if he could see some pictures of my Dad and I went along and pulled out my Mac book and showed him. He would look in awe and say “Oh! Yep, that is definitely your Father! I still remember his face…” As I looked at his face I saw a little bit of my old man and inside that made me smile.