View from the Balcony

This was the view from the balcony of the apartment my dad lived in during his last years. I would visit him after work every Saturday afternoon.

Yes, I had to work a few hours every Saturday. In the morning before work, I would buy two or three bags of fresh vegetables and meat to bring with me to visit my dad later in the afternoon. He was wheelchair bound and inconvenient for him to shop at the market.

I would spend a bit of time watching tv with my dad and talking to him while the lived-in helper put away the stuff I brought and start preparing dinner for us.

While he was napping in his room or just nodding away sitting on his chair, I would be out on the balcony to catch the breeze and the view of the palm trees and children playing in the pool.