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Dear Lili,

I can’t seem to wrap my head around the fact that you’re already 28 years old. In my mind, you’re still that six-year-old kid I last saw in January 2005 to tell you your grandmother passed away.

I remember the day you were born so well. I spent the whole day with your mother in the pre-delivery room, but I couldn’t witness your birth, as much as I wanted to. Your mother decided that — for whatever reason — you had to be born at Keio Hospital, which didn’t allow fathers to be present at the baby’s birth. I tried to convince your mother to pick another hospital, because as an American man I thought it natural to be with my wife at the birth of our child. She wouldn’t have it, and I had to relent lest an argument ensue. I even tried begging the doctor at the hospital to let me participate, as I had this image of the happy couple cradling our newborn together in the hosptial room. No dice. As it turned out, I didn’t even get to hold you for over a week. How incredibly cruel and sad it was. I wish I could have been there, but the alienation was just beginning. I guess I “did my part” already, and there was no need for my further involvement. If I sound bitter, it’s because I am. I missed the once chance in my life to witness the birth of my only child.

That’s the story of your birth that I’m sure you have never heard. I don’t know why I even told you now. I just thought you should know.

Anyway, I still hope that one day I can spend another birthday with you. Until then, know that I love you as much as I always have, and always will.

Always in my heart,

Your Dad