Flying Kites

As Sankrantri approaches, I am reminded of one special incident. We were staying in the first floor apartment in a house (first floor in India = second floor in the U.S.). After two houses that were next to us, there was a big empty space. My father took my sister and I to that space and he flew a big kite with a long tail. He really enjoyed flying kites with a long tail that swirled in the sky.
We were tiny kids at the time.
How I miss my dad.