Flash Post 276!
Button, I am in my early sixties and till today, I didn’t know my father’s date and year of birth!
Don’t tell me. You mean to say that even after you grew up and kept celebrating your own birthday, it never struck you to find out his dob and yob? I can’t simply believe this.
This morning, my brother-in-law texted us a riddle saying “A special day which, the four of you (that’s our family), perhaps, don’t know! When all of us expressed our ignorance and asked him for the answer to his riddle, he had us all beady eyed and awe-struck when he told us that today was the day my father was born. Apparently, about a fortnight back, while going through some dusty old files, he chanced upon this invaluable nugget.
I am bewildered as to how you didn’t know or care to find out your father’s birthday. Do you, at least, know the year he was born?
I came to know much later after deducting his year of birth from his year of death. I am so ashamed of myself, Button. And I was the apple of his eye.
When was he born?
Today, which is March the 6th in the year 1919.
Do you know your mother’s dob and yob now?