The camera clicked, freez the moment with breezing beach. A birthday gift from my father, the red dress flaring like a crimson flower. That day, captured in faded photos, feels alive still, his love stitched every moment, every smile.

Now holding those pictures, my heart aches. The red dress, long gone, remains a symbol of his devotion, its vibrant hue echoing his boundless care. Though tears come, these memories cradle and reminding me of a father feel like our whole world. I find him, and I know his love endures.

1987 🇮🇩

Marina Ancol, Jakarta.